Suicidal KillerA Poem by BrokenButterflyNotice something as she walks by? there's a happy sort of sorrow in her eyes.
living as if she knew today was all she had tomorrow she wouldn't breathe and everyone so sad
but by enemy or friendly fire was the answer we all desired
would a blade be the last friend she'd see or the barrel of a gun from an enemy?
"Or perhapse," said one, "it is she who held the gun."
Could it be that the sweet lady was a killer? ...maybe.
Of course! that must be it sweet young lady ballroom, candlestick.
What a foolish idea was the thought of most but maybe the one would be the one to boast.
After all said lady dainty but strong had always been one to prove others wrong
never trust in dear lady she'll confuse you until you go crazy.
Mind games, magic and tricks, are how dear lady gets her kicks.
and when she smiles it's sure to be a lie there's a happy sort of sorrow in her eyes. © 2011 BrokenButterflyFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 Last Updated on February 13, 2011 AuthorBrokenButterflyAboutI write when emotions are raw, and almost uncontrollable. It is a temporary fix to a long term problem - having too many thoughts in my head. Sometimes they just need to come out. more..Writing
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