A boy and a girl,
the best of friends.
Fom elementary to high school,
from beginning to end.
Through all those years,
thier friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew.
Each waking moment,
from the day they met.
They both loved eachother,
sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had,
in her terrible life.
He was the one,
who kept her from the 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 her blade,
no one else at 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 to 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 obsseion.
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 note
his hand writing said:
"I loved her so,
she never knew.
Alll this time,
I loved her too."
the best of friends.
Fom elementary to high school,
from beginning to end.
Through all those years,
thier friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew.
Each waking moment,
from the day they met.
They both loved eachother,
sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had,
in her terrible life.
He was the one,
who kept her from the 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 her blade,
no one else at 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 to 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 obsseion.
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 note
his hand writing said:
"I loved her so,
she never knew.
Alll this time,
I loved her too."
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