(this poemis entirely fictionalthere is was and never will be any truth to this poem! ! enjoy: P) <br /> <br />she sits across form me <br />she doesnt know im watching her <br />she feels safe <br /> <br />if only she knew the trouble <br />she was getting herself into <br />it would be very helpful information <br />only she doesnt know <br /> <br />she will find out though <br />but it will be too late <br />after she is told that will be the end <br />too bad for her <br /> <br />she could have been so much <br />she had potential <br />she was smart <br />yes i said 'was' <br /> <br />now her life over <br />before it even started really <br />so very sad for her <br />i almost regeret taking her life <br /> <br />almost but i dont <br />not anymore <br />not after what she did <br />her eyes will haunt me forever though <br /> <br />i will never forget the intensity of them <br />how they screamed when she could not <br />how they leaked and turned blood shot <br />ironic huh 'blood' shot? ? <br /> <br />well i guess it was very appropriate then <br />she did bleed alot <br />i had went trough two layers of towels <br />and still had to scrub the floors.<br /><br />Natasha Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/difference-17/
