She is in pain.
All she can hear is the wails of siren songs.
She is locked in her room, all alone.
Her eyes as bright and dark as the Milky Way.

She blasts the radio so the sky can hear it.
We didn't start the fire, but we should fear it.
She loved a guy,
He didn't love her back.
She laid on her bed and had a heart attack.
She threw her glasses at the wall,
Her hair as curly and frazzled as her.
She tried to think of one bad thing about him,
But her mind was just a blur.
She was heartbroken.

He is in denial.
He lays awake at night, thinking about what he had done.
He had done the right thing.
Just think.
He ran his fingers through his golden blonde hair and tears brimmed his ocean blue eyes.
He hadn't done what his heart wanted,
For it was in disguise.
He was heartbroken.

Two Different Points of View
One Outcome