Cold-Hearted

She kept the letters that he’d sent,
She tied them in a scarlet bow,
Sometimes she read them with a tear
And thought about times long ago,
When they’d been lovers, happy days,
Recalling how he often said
He couldn’t think of them apart
He’d rather he were cold and dead.

She found then he was cheating her,
He had another lover, too,
It broke her heart that he was false,
But she knew what she had to do.

She took a knife, the blade was keen,
She slashed his throat from ear to ear.
It made her sad but then, needs must,
And afterwards she shed a tear.

She kept the letters that he’d sent,
They were treasures that would please her
Now that he was cold and dead
Stored inside the basement freezer.