Utter

Another cold body lying in the gutter,
No thoughts of the words her last breath would utter.
Her only crime, her only sin?
To love, a fight she would never win.
In her last tears she poured out her soul,
In her last words she cried for her love,
He doesn't realise he hurt her so much.
But its too late, it's all said and done,
Another soul is sent to be judged.
We can only hope they give her pity,
Dead, lost, alone, in a dark wild city.