Killer

At the place where the trees are red and green
She takes her very first peek
In the place that his heart has been found to be dead
Her eyes begin to leak

He thought that she loved him, guess he was wrong
She's been stealing another's kiss
Just once, but enough to kill the feelings
His frown was hard to miss

The quiet place where they used to sit
Has been inhabited by death
Because when she told him the news today
He took his very last breath

Now the beggars watch as we take our steps
To the funeral hall tonight
Here lies the man of the hour at last
He left without a fight

She wimpers and cries, but nobody looks
They're off to find some pie
She does too, but for the very last time
She kissed his lips goodbye
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Basically a poem I wrote thinking back to a bad time in my life. Enjoy.