A Girl and a Bullet

My eyes grew wide every time I saw her pass on by


I knew that when I was done with her people would question why


Everyday I would watch her walk, heading for her train


I would fantasize, myself with her, the remnants down the drain


I knew her smile, her step, her walk, the pretty ribbons in her hair


I would risk it all, for her I would, I had but not a care


One day good God, alas my girl, I saw her with a suitor


I wrung my hands in worry now, perhaps it’s but a tutor


Day after day, my girl and that man, it was hell indeed


My plan must change; I thought to myself, this is what I need


My fixation for her continued on, it consumed my every hour


How could I get her alone, with me, if I only had the power


My madness continued alone one day, having my race nearly run


I left my home, a purchase in mind and brought home a gun


I watched my girl that final day, walking to her train


I put the gun to my head, pulled the trigger 


and emptied out my ……
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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