A heart pure as white but slashed with a red scar.

It bled its share

in heartache and despair.

I wasn’t fair,

from day one it was clear just how far.

Leaping and jumping for something,

Just to receive nothing.

That’s when it started cutting..

Swallowing me whole like a pit of tar.

It was so beautiful,

Majestic even.

So blinded I didn’t think of leavin’,

Then I did and started heavin’.

I started to realize just how pitiful,

the thorn attached like a rotten heathen.

I heard what I needed,

And just stopped believin’.

That’s when my Lily Of The Valley started to fall.