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 ……
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