A Simple Love Suggestion

As I laid there,
So comfortably in bed,
I asked myself quietly,
Why must she be dead?

I remembered then
Why she was dead.
I had killer her
with a shot to the head.

It was her fault, really.
She knew not to disguise
Her affair with that other guy
The one I truly despise.

They had been lovers,
That was for sure.
That news broke my heart,
and now there was no cure.

I went to her house
very late last night.
I had a gun in my pocket,
I would be her last sight.

My gun had a silencer
To muffle the shot\'s sound,
Just in the case that
someone might still be around.

I knocked on the door.
Then I waited for her.
I had made my decision.
She would die - that is for sure.

As she opened the door,
She smiled in greeting,
Thought she did not know why
I had arranged this meeting.

As she took me upstairs
I decided that I had to wait
Since I still did love her
Her death was not out of hate.

We made love together
In the shadowy night
I laid with her for awhile
Until the time was right.

I put the gun close
To the back of her head.
My finger pulled the trigger
And PFFT! She was dead.

I looked at the gun in sadness.
I never did hesitate.
I put the gun to my head
Then sent myself to my fate.

We now lay together, side by side,
Each in our own little grave.
I was hopeing I would gain redemption
Since her soul I readily saved.

Now as you read this story,
And think it will not happen to you,
I suggest that you watch your back,
Or this tale could possibly come true.