SILVER

by katie   Nov 13, 2007


Landing on his knees
Tracing his fingers across the cold stone
He blamed him self for her death

Crying his eyes out
Thinking about that night
The party, Drinking, Driving home
Then CRASH!

She die instantly he sustain minor injures
Putting his hands into his pocket
Pulling out a cold silver gun
And pulling the trigger
He would soon be with her

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