My Letter for her....

The cruel implications of my sick, depraved mind.
I know I’ve done wrong and I know I can’t hide.
The blood stained sheets of a poisoned man.
Will you still love me once they find my van?

Rosie was first, such a feisty little thing.
She wore a red hat, and an indigo ring.
It all happened so fast, though it started so slow.
Before I knew it, she was 10 feet below.

It was an accident really, I just didn’t think.
Until her cheeks were no longer pink.
I guess I was too rough, that was my mistake.
She hides under the oak tree, down by the lake.

Caroline, so mature, thought she was twenty two.
I respected her and loved her, through and through.
Until she betrayed me, said she was going to tell.
You can find her by the river in the wishing well.

It’s bad I’ll admit, but can you really not see?
How she knew exactly what she was doing to me?
Short little skirt, and that way she would sit.
You may not agree, but she wanted it.

I will always remember my darling Eileen.
A smile so perfect and eyes emerald green.
By now I knew there was no going back.
I used her then threw her in a potato sack.

Isabelle was sweet, but she will never know.
Why she cries through the night with a face of woe.
No matter what happens I can’t leave it behind.
I’ve buried the memories they will one day find.

I tried not to succumb, but the temptations were there.
Those sweet little faces, they were everywhere.
They haunt me now, as I look back through the years.