Thursday, November 12, 2009
A boy and a girl are the best of friends, from elementary to high
school, beginning to end. Through all those years, their friendship
grew.
They both felt the same, but neither knew, each walking moment,
since the day they met.
The both loved each other, sunrise to sunset. He was all she had;
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 the blade, no one else 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 too late
Founder her lying in blood, her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note. In it, was her confession.
Her love for this boy, her only obsession.
As he read the note, he knelt down and cried and grabbed her
knife.
That night, they both died. She was found in his arms, both of
them dead.
Under her note his handwriting said
‘I loved her so, she never knew. All this time, I loved her too.’
This was a poem I found and like someone else I thought of Bella and Edward. Very sad. Just wanted to post it so all of you could know that Love is a wonderful yet dangerous thing and if you aren't careful around the ones you love you could loose them forever
school, beginning to end. Through all those years, their friendship
grew.
They both felt the same, but neither knew, each walking moment,
since the day they met.
The both loved each other, sunrise to sunset. He was all she had;
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 the blade, no one else 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 too late
Founder her lying in blood, her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note. In it, was her confession.
Her love for this boy, her only obsession.
As he read the note, he knelt down and cried and grabbed her
knife.
That night, they both died. She was found in his arms, both of
them dead.
Under her note his handwriting said
‘I loved her so, she never knew. All this time, I loved her too.’
This was a poem I found and like someone else I thought of Bella and Edward. Very sad. Just wanted to post it so all of you could know that Love is a wonderful yet dangerous thing and if you aren't careful around the ones you love you could loose them forever
what we could have been, 12:18 AM.
