The Stone of Love

The first poem I ever tried to write

A woman was waiting on a bench in the park
For her man so lovely, mysterious and dark
She was a bit Angry, for he was was late
She waited and waited, and her loved turned to hate
How dared he be late and leave her alone
She was so angry she picked up a stone
She threw it hard over a tree
Where something happened, that she did not see

On the other side a man stood waiting
For the beautiful girl he was currently dating
He was a bit angry, for she was late
He waited and waited, and his love turned to hate
All of a sudden, something hit his head
And within a second, the man was dead

She never found out about his terrible fate
And forever her heart was filled with hate
For the man she had brutally slain
She never heard his cries of pain
She thought of herself as an innocent dove
And never understood she had killed her love

Author's Note

Disregard the bad rhymes

Reviews

[Odrah]

How very ironic. This is quite interesting and speaks rather well to the side of impatient, judgmental and misunderstanding human nature. I enjoyed it.

[f**k you]

whoa you had me going there!!! Great write, and I think the rhyming flowed very nicely.

[BABSIE BEE]

Brilliant tongue in cheek stuff. Well done. I liked it very much....Thanks for sharing.
Babsie Bee xx

[NightsShade]

Wow, I did not perdict that the man would die. That was an unexpected turn.
Beautiful and simple.
And I do not believe that the rhymming was bad
Keep on writing!!!!

[Casper Cross]

Strangely beautiful, nice job