First Attempt at poetry..

From day one i always knew that love was my main purpose..
and i have been doing just that since i have been walkin the earths surface
now we are holding hands palms sweaty she knows im nervous..
but i gotta tell her the truth theres no way she deserves this...

so i hold her tight.. whisper in her ear.. that something just not right..
contemplating suicide.. and if she doesnt leave i will be taking her life...
she said " no this can't be" and thats when i took out that knife..
three thrusts to the breast... their goes.. my future wife...

as i look at my bloody hands i wonder whyit had to be like this..
our love was so warm and tender.. thats something i will miss...
she didnt believe me... and got in the way of danger took the risk..
so i lean towards her bloody body.. and give my pregnant fiance...

One Last Kiss....