DEATH & LOVE

He made her jealous,
On purpose he tried
When the girl asked “Do You Love Me?”
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 bad things would go and the damage he would do.
One night she broke down
Feeling very alone, just her and her blade.
No one els 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.
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 obsession.
As he read the note, he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife…………..
The 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 That I Loved Her Too