A/N: Hey everyone. This is a little poem I wrote from the point of view
of a murderer who came back to the scene and shot someone. Please tell me
what you think of it. I know it's short. R/R! Thanx. Tata
Disclaimer: The characters in this do not belong to me. Except maybe the murderer.
'Til Death Do Us Part
A single tear fell from her eye
She sat helpless and watched him die
He took the bullet meant for her
And as he bled let out a murmur
What he said, she could hardly hear
But the words would forever be dear
I looked in my hands and saw the gun
And thought to myself, "What have I done?"
I dropped the gun and stood in shock
Around my wrists, handcuffs lock
So busy were the officers of law
That through the commotion only I saw
The tear that ran slowly down her cheek
While quietly she began to speak
And as his life slipped quickly away
There was only one thing left to say
The words told him the one thing he never knew
She said as he died, "Grissom...I love you too."
Disclaimer: The characters in this do not belong to me. Except maybe the murderer.
'Til Death Do Us Part
A single tear fell from her eye
She sat helpless and watched him die
He took the bullet meant for her
And as he bled let out a murmur
What he said, she could hardly hear
But the words would forever be dear
I looked in my hands and saw the gun
And thought to myself, "What have I done?"
I dropped the gun and stood in shock
Around my wrists, handcuffs lock
So busy were the officers of law
That through the commotion only I saw
The tear that ran slowly down her cheek
While quietly she began to speak
And as his life slipped quickly away
There was only one thing left to say
The words told him the one thing he never knew
She said as he died, "Grissom...I love you too."
