The Ring

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She puts her forefinger and thumb upon the ring

and twists it around her ring finger on her left hand

Her eyes are furrowed in sadness as she looks out

the kitchen window to the lake below

She barely breathes for the pain rests sullenly

upon her bloody bleeding heart

She's had enough and it's time to make a change

Love rolls like thunder when it's concentrated

in a golden diamond ring

She can't take another breath

with the hate that fills the air

She can't speak without starting

another wildfire serenade

So she sits at the kitchen table

twisting around the binds

that says she is supposed to care

She pulls it off maybe to her first knuckle

Then she pushes back the ring

It has become more complicated

than it should have ever been

A tear falls upon her hand

when she thinks about all the

love she shared

Then she shudders when all the hate

takes it's place

and turns love into despair

She takes a deep breath and then slowly

pulls off her wedding bands

and lays them in the bowl on the table

Their is no wind but suddenly

she's feeling so cold like a knife

had just cut through her

She looks down upon the lake

and sees the sky's reflection upon the water

Half heartedly she says ,"It's not too late."

But she knows to the core of her soul

the flame has died

and it can never be lit again