Love Kills

A shadowed figure in a dark window,
Holding the cold metal of a sniper rifle in hand,
Staring purposefully at the enemy’s house,
The intent was hard to misunderstand.

The reason was pretty simple,
A mistake he would never live to regret.
To her, he was a constant pain,
A reminder of what she needs to forget.

Her gaze intensified,
As she glared into the night.
He made his final mistake;
He turned on the bedroom light.

His dark shape in his bright window,
Formed an appealing target.
The bullet flew faster than cupid’s arrow,
And to the ground fell his silhouette.

A slight smiled played upon her lips,
As she quickly departed,
That’s what he deserved,
For leaving her broken hearted.