THE ROOM

A moonbeam steamed into the dark room
Illuminating an old, used broom.
With pots and pans scattered all-over,
The room selled strongly of clover.

In a corner,wet and dull,
With a painting of a ship-stern and hull.
There sat a girl, face full of tears,
Waiting longingly for her dear.

This room held a lot of memories.
Their first meeting, it was dreary.
But then things took a quick U-turn.
The flame of love, inside them began to burn.

But all good things come to an end.
Good times began to take an awkward bend.
He had to move away to a land of free dreams,
He could hear, in his ear. her ptiful screams.

No longer could they hear eachother laugh.
No longer could he feel her satin scarf.
She wanted to feel his silky brown hair,
And into his blue eyes, she wanted to stare.

Alas! They weren't together anymore...
She was dead and he was sore.