Forget me not

Dearie, rich boys don't have hearts...

I warned you, don't play with fire, or you'll end up burning, or in your case burning in an inferno filled with those you despise.

I warned you, don't dance with the devil, or in your case Valentin Renoir, a man you could not resist.

I warned you it was a game of dancing flames, but you didn't listen, and now you are trapped into the underworld with tears burning your soft skin.

But honey we were all angels, we were all innocent, naive angels, angels who wanted to dance with the flames and twirl in the devil's arms.

Don't get too close to the flames, or you will fall from grace, but you already did and it was too late.

And Valentin left you with his broken promises, and you simply left him a bouquet of forget me nots, but you are a little girl who was given everything, just like he, and you never understood that everything was temporary until him.

Those flowers wilted, the pretty petals slowly withered tauntingly in his bedroom, reminding the devil of an angel he lost, but then again, rich boys don't have hearts.

But dearie, I warned you and you did not listen.

Sincerely,
Domenique A.