Silently she hung her head
And drifted loaftly off to bed
Sadly she laid her head down
Her face was frozen masked by a frown
Her heart had grown dreary from the cold days
And her love kicked out there was no room to stay
She often stood about a cliff
As she listened to the ocean drift
She heard if happiness lying there
As she stared into the waters glare
Not every story ends with love
Not ever story releases doves
Her story was met with an ending of life
Consumed by pain and swallowed by strife