I sit in the park where I dwell
For this boy I love so well
He took my heart away from me
Now he wants to set me free
I see a girl on his lap
He says things to her he never said to me
I ran home to cry on my bed
Not a word to mother was said
Father came home late that night
He looked at me from left to right
He saw me hanging from a rope
He took his knife to cut me down And on my dress a note was found
'Dig my grave, dig it deep
Dig my grave from head to feet
And on the top put a dove
And remember this:
I died for love.
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Nice poem.
full of gried...kinda sad, but nice poem :D
an outstanding rant :p
died for love ? heard nothing is fair in love and war. guess u lost this time, since u died...
thats so sad... v nice the way its expressed...
Truly Amazing :) very well written....kinda very sad dho, very nice ending engay ;)
wow...ma haadha molhey dhoa.....TALENT REALLY is SUMTHIN DHOA :P hahaha!!! thanx all of u :D
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