Murder she wrote
Written in red
He pushed her to the limit
Who would have guessed
She was always so sweet
And innocent too
But that murder was all her doing.
Murder she wrote
with that red and silver knife
Now she'll pay that price
But she doesn't care
Cause he pushed her to it
With that final straw
How he blew it
Murder she wrote
She even got away
Murder she wrote
On that dreary March day.
A contest entry
- Screw the Invite Contests (Anything) by ShadedRequiem.
300 points, ended April 15, 2008, 35 entries
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Haha thats cool. This is pretty creepy as well. I think my favorite parts would have to be ... well ... all of it lol! Great job.
Megan
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This is pretty awesome. I like the flow of the poem. It workedr eally well. This was very well written poem. It's beautiful. Great write. Alyssa
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