She loves him, and he loves her,
Passion burns brightly,
Bodies engage slightly,
and Eyes meet and flutter.
Another looked on her in adoration,
Staring in her eyes,
He could see the skies,
She tried to resist temptation.
Together forever, is what she'd said,
doubting her honesty,
thinking of another deeply,
many tears had been shed.
Torn by feelings deep inside,
She can't leave her boy,
for his heart'd be destroyed,
She didn't know how to decide.
Thinking of her every moment,
the love struck boy cries,
there was no chance for him he surmised,
His crippling anguish ever present.
Cuts on his arms came first,
And losing his appetite,
Complexion increasingly white,
Events following getting worse.
The blood mixed with the tears,
His numerous wounds bled,
and his recent scars spread,
keeping the blood stained cloth as souvenirs.
Wishing he were laying cold,
dead on the floor,
he grabbed his knife from the drawer,
and gripped it in his hand, uncontrolled.
Without any further thought,
thrusting it into his chest,
Him and the knife coalesced;
He'd found the end he'd sought.
His suicide on the TV,
she was instilled with guilt,
Her life began to wilt,
beyond a tolerable degree.
Melancholy and depressed,
Life spiralling down,
all she wore, a frown,
Never before so distressed.
Her boyfriend hurt,
To see her this way,
Said he had to go away,
She watched him go, standing inert.
Her life wrecked,
She grabbed a gun,
Thought of a loved one,
and put it to her head.
Tears running down her cheek,
She squeezed the trigger,
with such vigor,
and let out a final shriek.
2006-12-05
20:59:25
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