This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
| The thunder crashed, The lightening flashed. Her heart was filled with warning, He'd been gone since morning. He didn't leave a note, He didn't take his coat. His pistol felt cool in her hand, She knew he was with Jan. They had been friends forever, And Jan said that she'd never, Try to steal him away, Like she did that day. Keys are heard in the door, As her bare feet touch the floor. The pistol by her side, To kill him if he lied. He said he was at his job, Filling in for Bob. The gun raises to his head, Fires and now he's dead. |