Her long blonde hair swished in the wind; that was the last he ever saw of the woman he loved as she boarded the train. There was so much left undone, unsaid, but he’d have to leave it – see if they’d meet again in the next life.
You wrapped me in your love before you wrapped me in your insanity. I cast you aside after you threatened my life before you committed suicide. My only regret is still wondering, after two years, who was justified in their decisions.
Posted By Spanish John On 05.29.2010 @ 4:30 pm
Your hands wrapped around my neck, grasping the life from me as I desperately clawed at them. But eventually, I lost the strength; and you’d never have the courage and I’d never get to tell the courts that the man tried for my murder was innocent.