Her hands like a nues,
held tight around his neck.
Anger that filled her now,
so much she did regret.
Gasp and struggle as he did,
theres nothing he could do.
Tears fell down her cheaks,
and eckos of "I hate you!"
She killed him there that day,
the one that she once loved.
The tears that stained her face,
she wipped free with a glove.
Walking from the scene,
of the crime she'd just commit,
she thought of pain he'd caused,
to wich she'd never admit.