Short-Story Poems

It's Murder

It's Murder

Silent cries in the middle of the night,

While everyone’s asleep, you’re wasting what’s left in your life,

Head down on the messy table with scattered empty cans,

You remember the day you first held her hand,

Another set of tears come rolling on your face,

Tears of longing for your precious yesterdays,

Now you’re hunted by her solitary ghost,

You see her near you everywhere you go,

Her heart was torn to pieces and never will be whole,

Her hopes fell down and it’s now hanging low,

It’s your fault why she suddenly died,

Your story was almost perfect

but the only wrong thing you did was..

You murdered her with lies.