Brown eyed girl we waited for you Alone yet together quite subdued Anciously patient we pointed our guns Fingers on triggers what deadly fun We cussed and we shouted with angry eyes That brown eyed girl to our suprise Was prepared for that final bout That final shoot-out that final shout I knew someone would die that night I had a feeling that just wasnt right But for me to kill just wasnt the way to think about day after day Then I realized I was too late Id just discovered that young girls fate With a gun in my hand and a tear in my eye I watched that young girl slowly die When the sirens went off it was time to leave No longer any time to grieve For that girl just 13 years old No more of this story can be told For I am in jail serving time The life that was taken was also mine
Reason for writing:
A dream! I have a friend who is in jail right now...she is serving life. I wasnt her friend when she went in and the way things are looking I dont think she will be getting out soon. When we first started writting eachother she never wanted to tell me what she was in foe, she always said It doesn't matter...I learned my lesson I usually left it at that. But one night I decided to dig deeper into my pen pals lost soul. I questioned her until she answered me. She told me everything about what had happened to the little girl she killed. At the time she told me the story I was the same age as the little girl she killed. I cried reading that leter. I even slept with the letter under my pillow, I could almost feel her pain through the paper. That night I went to sleep and had a dream that I was in her shoes feeling all her feelings, pain sorrow remorse. I woke up the next morning and wrote her a poem I sent it to her and since then we've been a lot closer. She is what inspired me to write this poem
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