Where she came from no one knows,
They say her name was April Rose,
They found her laying face down on her bed,
It was easy to see that the lady was dead.
Her hair of satin shining in the light,
Razor blades laying on the bed to her right.
A letter was found on the nightstand,
Her locket clenched tightly n her left hand.
The letter was read "sadly" out loud,
In front of family and friends,
And the neighborly crowd.

My dearest darlin, the love of my life,
I can no longer go on not being your wife.
You have betrayed me and tore me apart,
Put a knife in back and a hole in my heart.
You left me to go play the cheating game,
Shattered our love to live a life of shame.
And I who love you cannot endure,
The young fair maiden you have left me for.
Tonight I laid here and realized I lived life in vain,
So with razor blade in hand, I'll shall end the pain.

April Rose now wanders the cemetery at night,
Her spirit a glimmer of a shining light.
She looks for her husband of long ago,
The one she loved, the one she use to know.
As for her husband who cheated and lied,
He could not forgive himself, all though he tried.
They found him laying face down on his bed,
Gun by his side, and a bullet in his head.

Miki Calvin
11-24-204

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