Untitled poem

[rockerchic55]

The blood pours as she cries
Looking over all his lies
She takes the dagger out of her hand
And starts to make her plan

She draws the map of his heart
If only she knew where to start
All the hurt he caused her
The dying part no longer inflicts fear

His lies were never ending
Her head is still spinning
The affair that started this tear
Her feelings for him are starting to wear

The tought of the pain
Is beginning to drive her insane
She reaches for the gun
It is part of the fun

She throws in the bullets
And takes her stance
He opens the door
But doesn't get to take one glance

She shoots him dead on
All the hurt is finally gone
His body falls in front of her
She laughs at the pathetic lifeless soul
That for two and half years killed her

She wipes the blood off her hands
That was the last stand
He can no longer hurt her
The tortured soul she owned
Has finally found a new home

[theMATEOlife]

god fucking dammit, yet another one?

[preppyak]

holy shit, I didn't know it was possible to put that many cliche's in a poem
:appl:

[lfdfforever]

bummer, pretty bad

[punkpixie]

If I go to Hell and I have to read the same poem over and over for the rest of eternity, this is probably the one they will make me read.

[apoemtothedead]

I'd tell you this poem sucked, but you'd probably throw an alligator at me.