Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

Don'T Let Her Go

If I had a chance to say I love you

Then I would
Then I would

If I had chance
If had a chance again

If I had a chance to say I love you

Then I would
Then I would

If I had chance
If had a chance again



Before she walked out the door
She screamed and threw glass on
 the floor she said I hate you I said
 I hate you more she said I am never
 coming back I said well now I am glad for sure

She looked me in my eyes
I looked her in her eyes
And we wondered if our
Words were truth or lie
She started to cry she tryed
To hold tears back so she
Rubbed her eyes and walked
Threw the door

I grabbed the broom and 
swept the glass on the floor 
I heard three gun shots then
I opened the door and
there she was on the floor...
it was her jealous ex boyfriend
 she didn't want him no more...

I kneeled in her blood streaming on
 the floor,and lifted her lifeless body off the floor

I Said come back baby
Come back I won't say
Those harsh things any more

Come back baby
Come back why the
hell did you go
Out that door
Out that door

Please get off the floor
Let's go in side

Her soul was no longer inside

If I had a chance to say I love you

Then I would
Then I would 

If I had chance
If had a chance again

If I had a chance to say I love you

Then I would
Then I would

If I had chance
If had a chance again

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Lemonia Sims September 28, 2012 at 6:49 PM Interesting! very esquiste choice of words. I sense a great deal of emotion and sensitiveness awesome in poetry.

Richard Palmer June 25, 2012 at 10:44 AM great write Elliot,great write bro

Gwendolen Song June 25, 2012 at 12:06 AM Elliott! Been there; DONE THIS TOO! An aching heart authored this poem or one that has known an ache at some time or another...Repetition is so very effective as your imaginary exclamation marks...sincerely enjoyed! gwendolen

Andrea Dietrich June 23, 2012 at 6:58 PM A very sad story! I liked how you began and ended it with the refrain of voicing regret. Strong feelings!

June 23, 2012 at 4:49 PM So very sad, we don't allways get second chances, love elizabeth