Rose Petals

Everytime I pick apart these blood red satin sheets, I take away a part of me that ever loved to love you
loved to hold you, and loved to kiss you
The thing that brought us together in this bliss of hell
pain
suffering
sorrow
is slowly being torn apart, but my soul remains intact
because I release you
and once these petals hit the ground, we are through
These blood red satin sheets mean much more than she loves me, she loves me not.....
It means I'm free.....