Another Ashes Poem by Dona Jean

We were fine, good and happy
but suddenly it went gloomy
It's allergic, it had rashes
all burned down and became ashes.

I was captured then, I was hooked
In the smiles on the picture we took
I burned it behind the bushes
It deserved to turn to ashes.

I love yous in the love letter
Those sweetness now makes me bitter
Maybe I should call them now trashes
Or I'll fire them up 'til ashes.

I cry over the silent night
I hug my pillows so tight
all the tears that wet my lashes
How stupid it all went to ashes.