Her feelings are deep,
They run though her soul,
She saw him on the ground,
It's all her fault.

People point their fingers,
At the young women,
Who is confused,
And terrified.

Blood covered her fingers,
While holding the Pistol,
She was in shock,
It's all her fault.

She was forced,
She was confused,
She was in love with the man,
The man loved her.

She use to say she didn't,
Love him so,
But now her pain,
Is overwelming her.

Love and Hate,
Good and Evil,
She use to know the meaning,
Of the words.

He laughed,
Cried,
Shout,
Like a human.

But he still lives,
It wasn't her fault,
It was the Man in front of her,
Sallowed by pain,
She fell apart.

She aimed the Pistol,
At the man infront of her,
And shot 3 times,
For the kill.

She ran to her love,
And helped him,
Fingers covered in blood,
It WASN'T her fault.

She hid her face,
From him knowing,
She didn't come in time,
He wanted to kiss her,
She wanted to kiss him,
But they didn't.

God gave them another change,
To rewrite the sins,
Thank them,
And her feelings.

Love and Hate,
Good and Evil,
They knew the meaning,
of the words.

I like it! Go Riza Mustang! WOOT WOOT!

Also like the siggy.

Thanks

*sniffs* You write beautifully as well! Keep it up! You really do have talent!