I do not own this poem. its my friends. Please read it & tell me what you think.
Person 1: She put him out like a burner end of a midnight cigarette. She broke his heart. He spent his whole life trying to forget. We watched him drink his pain away little at a time but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind, until the night he put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger finally drank away his memories. Life is short but this time it was quicker. And the strength he had to get up off his knees. We found him with his face down in the pillow, with a note that said "I love her til I die!" And when we burried him beneath the willow, the angels sang a whisky lulliby!
Person 2: The room was flu, but nobody knew how much she blamed, for years and years, she tried to hide the whisky on her breath. We watched her pain away little at a time, but she never could get drunk enough to get him off his mind, until the night, she put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger. Finally drank away his memories. Life is short but this time it was quicker. And the strength she had to get up off her knees. We found her with her face down in the pillow clinging to his picture for dear life. And we layed her next to him beneath the willow. While the Angels sang a whisky lulliby.
~Amy Barr(My friend)
& if you like, mayb i can get Amy to rite more. what do u say?