Post by classic on Nov 28, 2006 23:54:58 GMT -5
a boy and a girl,
the best of friends.
From elementry to high school
from
beginning to end.
Through all those years
their friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew
Each waking moment
scince the
day they met.
They both loved each other
sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had
in her terrible life
He was the one
who kept her from her knife.
She was his angel,
she made him smile,
Though life threw him curves,
she made it all worth while.
Then one day
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad
song.
He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked,"Do you love her?"
on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.
His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How Wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
feeling very
alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one eles home.
She dialed his number,
he answered,"Hello"
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.
He raced to her
house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood,
her heart
had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.
As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.
Under her
note
his handwrighting said:
"I loved her
so, she never knew
All this time
I loved her
too"
the best of friends.
From elementry to high school
from
beginning to end.
Through all those years
their friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew
Each waking moment
scince the
day they met.
They both loved each other
sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had
in her terrible life
He was the one
who kept her from her knife.
She was his angel,
she made him smile,
Though life threw him curves,
she made it all worth while.
Then one day
things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad
song.
He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked,"Do you love her?"
on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.
His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How Wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
feeling very
alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one eles home.
She dialed his number,
he answered,"Hello"
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.
He raced to her
house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood,
her heart
had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.
As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.
Under her
note
his handwrighting said:
"I loved her
so, she never knew
All this time
I loved her
too"