Died from a heart break was her story.
Her smile so bright, cheeks dusty red. Looking on the beauty who has it all, who I'd rather be instead.

Brunette of great abundance...she had it all.
When she entered the room there would be utter silence, everyone wanted to be her...**** I locked eyes with her and I was in an aue. Crazy but I envision rosey petals scattered in her bed.

Janise, that Janise... Golden heart, cold hands and a heart beat that beats in tune. The one every man would love to wed. I never understood why she was always so happy.

I remember I once overheard her sopping, I didn't know what happened. But that full moon night when all colleagues broke away, drinking and laughing... Dazed, we heard she turned a gun to her head.

She left a note: "I'm sorry. I wish I could be perfect for you, I understand it could never be...I must say, I wasn't prepared to live without you, so I went and dug my grave"

Love, Janise*


S.B