His heart was full of anger,
ravaging his calm and kind thoughts
for what he saw in the night sky
was indeed a painful disaster.
The roses in his hands,
they're as red as the blood
that stained on his perfumed t-shirt
when he squeezed the rose's thorns.
His lover, he saw from afar,
locked lips passionately with another man.
It was their anniversary, their third to be exact,
and his whole world was doomed.
He walked toward them,
about to punch the guy.
However, a familiar voice called
his name from behind.
He turned around with tears on
his eyes;
yes, that was her,
his lover..
The twin sister of the woman
he saw awhile ago.