As raindrops touched the muddy ground
And, the cold wind breeze chilled the dawn
My soul suffered a hollow satisfaction
To the man- who passionately took my innocence.

I stared at his Achilles- like trunk
And faced his ostensibly Adonis face,
Stained painted me a half smile
Though I gived my own, he just gave a piece of him.

He loves his work more than me
Hence, I'm a beggar of his precious time.
Nevertheless, I hate to accept
That I am merely his second precedence.

He feed me with a golden spoon
but forgot that I want to be held by him.
He admired me in countless ways
But all I want is to be loved by him alone.

I gasped and tightly held the blanket
Cursed him and cried a river.
He has another woman, I guessed
Then the clandestine must persist as planned.

The razorblade sparkling in the dark,
As if implying a sweet and gloomy end
Before I plunged it to his naked chest
I whimpered a prayer into the humid air.

He bewildered and I saw agony in his eyes
"Why?" he uttered with a trembling voice.
"I never heard the word love in your lips...
"If I can't own you, then no one will".

"You're wrong..."
He faintly seized a golden square box under the pillow
"For you, darling..."
And drew his last breath.

My heart would likely jumped out of my chest
As i catch sight of what's within the box
"He.., he gave me a diamond engagement ring...
That's why he's workaholic.."
A defeaqning scream echoed through the wall
And a big bang from a rifle hummed through out the house.
 
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