so tell him lies,
make him blind,
and make our hearts no longer intertwined.

such a fun sport,
truth came short,
what’s her medical report?

a broken heart,
let’s not even start,
he made it an art.

she speaks of that flashing light,
her heart reaches new heights,
love letters is what she recites.

apparently commited to memory,
under the nurses advisory,
she speaks with exaggeratory.

one month until the court date,
she seems to be feeling great,
let’s just see if she can get the facts straight.

she told the story with so much precision,
that his death was the decision,
in the gas chamber blurred was his vision.

two minutes later he’s dead,
there’s no scar from when her heart bled,
and now she has told of the life she has led.