Love Turned Sour.

She remembers fields of daisies
that grew in the midday breeze.
A stark contrast to reality and her
life that once held dreams.

Her eyes have seen the world
at a time of its beauty and peace.
Not a day passes now that she
doesn't long for her death to greet.

Her sweet cherry lips never
speak of what they've witnessed.
Her ears hear only words that
are empty, cold and emotionless.

A vacant look replaces the smile
she once wore upon her face.
Her emotions are torn and fragile
like a piece of antique lace.

Her body once enjoyed her lovers
tender and gentle caress.
Now all she feels are cold rough
hands that tear at her dress.

A heart that once beat with passion
is now shrivelled and dead.
Her prison are these four walls and
the bed that tears have stained red.