Find HerA Poem by Stacy
Find her laying in a pool of blood as you stand above,
Find her barely breathing as you are still seething,
Find her staring through you as you are not sure what to due,
Find her dying in front of your eyes as you had not planned her demise,
Find yourself picking up the knife and slitting your own throat as it was too late to go back and tell her you were filled with strife,
Find yourself on the floor next to her as you shall join souls to mend the murder you committed for this day you shall rue.
© 2010 Stacy
Added on January 18, 2010
Last Updated on January 18, 2010
AboutMy name is Stacy and I have been a writer of poetry [mostly] and short stories, as well as I have written my autobiography [it covers from age 12 until 32]. I have enjoyed writing since I was 7 yea.. more..
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