Thursday, December 29, 2011
A boy liked a girl but wanted to make her jealous.
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?
he purposely 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 else 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.
She was found in his arms, both of them dead.
Under her was a note, his handwriting said:
I loved her so
she never knew.
All this time
I loved her too.
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