death made me love her more.
the girl was just sitting there, crying.
the smile on her miserable face was dying.
the day i met her, she was alone,
calling her, she'll hang up the phone...
the next day i went, she wasn't there.
then i thought, she must not bear..... exclaim
no it can not be true....
her suicide shall not be blew!
i ran for my life, hoping she'll be found,
but no, her life must be turned down.
tears began to rush out of my eyes,
oh please no.... she must not die!
i felt a slight wind blowing behind...
i knew what i could finally find,
the soul of the girl kneeling on the floor.
once again, the death made me love her more.......
This was a loving, but creepy story......
there could be love between human.... and not.
well,.... lets not get so creepy... it's just a poem ok?
well, c ya guyz...! biggrin
~Az!an_Cut!e~ Community Member 
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where did u get that from? i want it! crying
it's creepy in the end, i meant..... twisted twisted twisted
hahahahahaha exclaim