One Boy & One Girl
Ever since they first met
she's loved him so.
But he didn't love her back.
That she surely did know.
The good thing is
they became friends.
From elementary school to high school
beginning to end.
As the years passed
their great friendship grew.
He realized he felt the same,
But she never knew.
Ever since that day
that they had met,
they were always together,
From sunrise to sunset.
But sadly, one day,
Everything went horribly wrong.
The next month
reminded them of a sad, sad song.
One day he made her jealous,
not on accident, but on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked him if he loved her,
not on accident, but on purpose he lied.
To him jealousy was okay,
he played it like it was a game.
And never,
would everything be the same.
His evil little plan was working,
but sadly he had no clue
Of how much things would go wrong
and how much damage he would do.
One Saturday night, she broke down,
in her home she sat all alone.
Only her and the blade,
no one else home.
She picked up her phone to dial his number.
He said "Hello?".
She told him how much she loved him,
then hung up her phone.
She grabbed the knife,
put it to her wrists.
Why did it have to end this way?
It could have ended with a kiss.
With her last bit of strength,
she forced herself to scribble out a note.
In it she explained that he was her everything
and this is what she wrote:
"I took this shinning knife,
and cut open my thin little wrist.
I watched my blood flow out.
I wish it had ended with a kiss.
Take the bloody knife,
write hating words into my skin.
Tell me that you've never hated anyone more,
and let the horrid pain begin.
Take the damned knife,
Hold it up for the world to see,
that is the horrible pain
you've been causing me."
To her house he raced.
But a minute he was late.
He saw her lying on the floor,
her heart having no rate.
He went inside and found her note,
and he knelt and cried.
He grabbed her bloody knife..
and that night both of them died.
They were found with her in his arms.
Both of them were dead.
And under her note that she had wrote,
in his handwriting he had said:
"She really did love me.
But she never knew,
that all this time,
I had loved her too."
she's loved him so.
But he didn't love her back.
That she surely did know.
The good thing is
they became friends.
From elementary school to high school
beginning to end.
As the years passed
their great friendship grew.
He realized he felt the same,
But she never knew.
Ever since that day
that they had met,
they were always together,
From sunrise to sunset.
But sadly, one day,
Everything went horribly wrong.
The next month
reminded them of a sad, sad song.
One day he made her jealous,
not on accident, but on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked him if he loved her,
not on accident, but on purpose he lied.
To him jealousy was okay,
he played it like it was a game.
And never,
would everything be the same.
His evil little plan was working,
but sadly he had no clue
Of how much things would go wrong
and how much damage he would do.
One Saturday night, she broke down,
in her home she sat all alone.
Only her and the blade,
no one else home.
She picked up her phone to dial his number.
He said "Hello?".
She told him how much she loved him,
then hung up her phone.
She grabbed the knife,
put it to her wrists.
Why did it have to end this way?
It could have ended with a kiss.
With her last bit of strength,
she forced herself to scribble out a note.
In it she explained that he was her everything
and this is what she wrote:
"I took this shinning knife,
and cut open my thin little wrist.
I watched my blood flow out.
I wish it had ended with a kiss.
Take the bloody knife,
write hating words into my skin.
Tell me that you've never hated anyone more,
and let the horrid pain begin.
Take the damned knife,
Hold it up for the world to see,
that is the horrible pain
you've been causing me."
To her house he raced.
But a minute he was late.
He saw her lying on the floor,
her heart having no rate.
He went inside and found her note,
and he knelt and cried.
He grabbed her bloody knife..
and that night both of them died.
They were found with her in his arms.
Both of them were dead.
And under her note that she had wrote,
in his handwriting he had said:
"She really did love me.
But she never knew,
that all this time,
I had loved her too."