A poem of Love and Hate

"I took a walk to meet him,
he was my friend.
And now I lie here still and dead,
his cold metal bullet in my head.

All it took was a simple sentence,
and he shot in anger.
And now I lie here still and dead,
his cold metal bullet in my head.

For I loved his sister,
I loved her very much.
And now I lie here still and dead,
his cold metal bullet in my head.

See, he had no problem in me loving his sister,
his problem lay with with me loving her all through the night.
And now I lie here still and dead,
his cold metal bullet in my head.

The screams that night,
had horribly twisted his dreams that night,
and the next morning he found the truth.

now I lay dead,
still and waiting,
for her to meet me."