Donna's kiss

A lengthy rhyme inspired by the kiss of death.

He looked her over hesitating, to grant her a smile.

She was the only woman he had ever so much as liked.

She thought her life was boring, so she rocked up her world.

She told him, “See you later,” and kicked him to the curb. 

He hadn’t ever opened up to anyone before. 

Until that woman in the rain, came knocking on his door. 

She asked him “Can I make a call? I need someone to drive me home.” 

Before they knew it she moved in and his heart had never roamed. 

But there and then in that old bar, something simply snapped. 

When he looked over to his side and saw her with a man. 

She acted really happy and he paid for her drinks. 

He wondered if this was the world she’d be happier in. 

He faked a smile and he got up after asking for the bill. 

He left the keep a real good tip saying, “kill her, if you will.” 

The man, of course, did nothing so dumb and just got back to work, 

while down the street a broken man walked feeling like a jerk. 

He called a cab but the y ignored the waving of his hand. 

To top it off, the rain fell down harder than he could stand. 

His coat pulled up over his head, to somewhat keep him dry. 

He stumbled home, lonely and cold, without even wondering why. 

On his door, an eviction note, in letters bold and red. 

He could’ve seen it coming, she took everything he had. 

He fell into the wrong crowd, made friends he shouldn’t keep. 

Killed a man in cold blood, could pay his rent at least. 

He never loved a woman, none except for her. 

Though she saw the news and knew his shame, she never divulged. 

They never exchanged words, never exchanged looks. 

They both lived their separate lives and that’s how it would go down in the books.

Somehow he couldn’t swallow, he couldn’t cope with this. 

He knocked upon her door one night and begged her one last kiss. 

She told him, “You are not the man, who protected me from the rain.” 

And he replied in bitterness, “And you’re the one to blame.” 

She slammed the door shut in his face and left him feeling torn. 

This is how, on that autumn night, a wicked man was born. 

All around him, people, appeared to him so dumb. 

He decided simply something needed to be done. 

A darker mind than his never did exist. 

He’s the man who killed his victims, with a single and last kiss. 

A shot through the heart, for him wasn’t uncommon.

For that is what she did to him, with little to no caution.

All across the little town, bodies would be falling.

She called the police on him but none of them could find him.

Precious little Donna, fell down to her knees. 

In the middle of the market square she was begging him, “Please.” 

“Please, won’t you stop this madness; it’s me that you want.”  

In reply there was a note, in the hand of the next body found.  

“No sweeter sorrow than regret, the pain that’s in your eyes.

The only thing that would be sweeter is a simple kiss goodbye.” 

Donna had enough of it; it was more than she could take. 

She yelled at the top of her lungs, “I’m here, so kiss me, you vile snake!” 

Then out of nowhere, he appeared and took both of her hands. 

She was shaking in her boots and fulfilled his demand. 

Her lips touched his and his heart broke, into more pieces than before. 

When he realized his wrongs, this heart would beat no more. 

The poison running through his veins had finally bled him dry. 

Donna’s kiss turned out to be a bitter-sweet goodbye.