He. Kills.

There was something about him she couldn't resist.
Maybe it was his scent, or way he would kiss.
She knew all the girls loved him, but yet took a chance,
at the party and asked for a lovely little dance.

He looked carefully at her, smiled and agreed,
both of them had a fun time in did.
quietly dancing along with the moonlight
embracing each other all through the night.

day by day, she grew to love him even more
happiness and love was all that she saw.
little did she know the motive that he had,
was something else and he never actually cared.

there was another girl waiting patiently by his side,
and now shes knows he had taken her for a ride.
swirling inside of her is the hurt, anger and pain
without him, or his love, she might go insane.

She walks to the kitchen and slowly takes a knife.
Silently but swiftly she takes away her life.
It didn't hurt. No, not one bit at all.
Because she is me, the one who had fall.