-- Posted by Tempted at 8:00 am on Jan. 1, 2009 We had to write a poem inspired by Emily Dickinson during school and I thought I'd share mine. The day that death came for me, was the day I said, "I do". A happy day, full of laughs and kisses with the one I thought was true. I had my doubts, once or twice, but never thought it reality. But as I saw him kiss her lips, I could feel my heart's mortality. I cried that night, but not from sorrow. No broken heart, just hate. I kept seeing both of their faces, I believe I went insane. As we lay there, my new husband and I, a thought had crossed my mind. "Put an end to this, his selfish ways, release him of his lies." So to the drawer I walked, so empty, as though I weren't alive. I gently reached in, and took it out, that glimmering 45. Then I went blank, as you might believe, I'd made a grave mistake. I held his face in my arms, I'd had all I could take. So I took the poisoned pistol, and I put it to my head. I pulled the trigger, not once, but twice, and now I'm finally with my lover, dead. -- Posted by its only me at 8:01 am on Jan. 1, 2009 thats REALLY good - i love it -- Posted by skynewton7 at 8:01 am on Jan. 1, 2009 epic -- Posted by Shibs at 8:02 am on Jan. 1, 2009 Very nice! -- Posted by Autumnal at 8:08 am on Jan. 1, 2009 That is very good!