comming home

we were but seventeen.
children really,
exploring the deapths of our sexuality;
poking here
proding there,
until.
Until there came a day when our little adventures would be no more.
How, why, for whatever reason would there be an ending?

I tried.
I tried to make her see
I tried to make her listen,
but alas my effort was in vain for she
with those blue eyes that would burn through me like fire,
Now belonged to another.

Slowly
Surely
Calmly
My hands cold as death I wrapped around her neck.
taking, no! Removing the life and love I had given to her alone

And i would be forced to live such a fate
forever more

 

i dont know if i'm going to get the desired effect. i like to write about "dark" things....death, sucide, murder...crap like that.

anyway, as you can clearly see...my poem is about a guy who kills his x girlfriend

i hope u liked it, its my first attempt at a poem...the last line had just been in my head all night and so i made up something to go along with it

i'd like to know what you think, positive or negitive i dont care