Lindsay Lais

Lindsay Lais was an attractive lassie who feared for her life; Whose life was appalling that she’d always carried a knife – Everywhere she went she was jumpy and full of fright, And she would never walk in the eve, in the fading light. She was friends with nobody; never could she share her anguish, Nor could she tell anyone of her pain and fear or her inherent wish. It was one dewy morning when I first saw her cry –a rare phenomenon; In fact, even when she was upset or hurt she never wept till that morn: And the dreaded tears from her eyes, dropping like spring dew – It was surrealistic, for those who could make her weep were very few. And surprisingly, her tears were not full of sadness but full of empty joy, Just because she had lost her beau and then met another boy. And now all her fears have gone AWOL, like a winter sun – Ever since she had met this new guy who has a gun.