Drip drop red, blood like red.

Scarlet petals on the floor

Amidst the ashes,

Lies a dark red rose

The size of the palm

Clenched tighly into a fist

Curled up tighly was a piece of red thread

Tied strongly to a broken promise.

Hollow cries

Choked up tears

Running stream

Welling up

Threating to fall

Staying close to the brink

Of my heavy lids.

All things had its start, its end.

All we can do is make each journey

The most beautiful one there is.