Forget Me Not - 3/2/05

Dried to the mirror pane, Is a tinted brown stain. 'Twas blood from her vein, Which left a quaint verse. -"Never Again" Jotted with little remorse, In the unique font of hers, An angel could not compare. The floor held a sole fare, -"Forget Me Not" Next to a body past repair. Inside her breast pocket, Held her mothers' locket, Wrapped tight in a docket. -"I Have Sinned" This mess lays on the floor, Behind a young girl's door, Who has never cried before. The closing words she said, -"I'm Sorry" As she knelt beside her bed, And her wrists slowly bled.