Poems

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As I lay down here
About to go to sleep
I suddenly stop and think of you
Your touch, smartness, funniness, and cuteness.
I don't know how you could love me
I never really paid attention to girl before
I used to think that girl were just friends
NOT girlfriends
You actually told me what I could do
What not to do
And for that I shall sit in my bed
Every night
And think of you
I wish I could be able to never go to sleep
So I could think of you
My whole life
~ To me by someone who really would rather not be named

Her
She looks at her wrist,
Then at the razor in her hand.
Her last wish before she dies,
Is to hold you on the sand.

"I wonder who would notice,"
As the blood dripped on the floor.
"Maybe someone will call me,"
As she cuts a little more.

Her last word was your name,
As she drifts into a silent sleep.
Her head gets really heavy,
Oh, no, she cut too deep.

"Please give this to my love"
The note said on the floor.
This poor, sweet girl is in heaven now,
Where she won't suffer anymore.
~By me

Him

He reads the note she wrote him
As he begins to cry
“Why would she even consider that?”
He thinks, and wants to die

He looks around the room
And then down at the floor
He will never forgive himself
He starts to go for the door

He looks down in her casket
She lays so peacefully
“I knew I should have told her”
He says, helplessly

“She never knew I loved her”
He said for all to hear
“She did this for me”
He runs to get out of here

He locks himself in his room
Crying out his heart
“I don’t deserve to live”
He tears his room apart

He holds the razor they found
In her cold, dead hands
He runs it across his wrist
And falls the the ground where he stands

He loved her with all his heart
And this she never knew
Through the years it never faded
His love for her only grew

He lays motionless in his own blood
Which he bled for her
She will never know this
“This is the only cure”

Let this be a lesson
To those feelings we never tell
You may loss your loved one’s life
And yours as well
~by me

The sound of little feet,
Running on the floor,
The sound of little shouts,
Coming through the door.

"Mommy, Daddy!"
We'll hear our daughter calling.
"Brother pushed me in the mud!"
As she walks in bawling.

After we comfort her,
We'll snuggle into bed.
You'll say "I love you"
And kiss me on the head.

This is not reality,
Merely just a dream.
A hope for in the future,
That may be ripped at the seems.

But I'll keep my hopes up,
As long as you stay true.
My heart is yours forever,
I love you and only you.
~by me