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Hidden Love
A star-struck girl, a broken heart
Her love had known from the start.
Though, how great a connection they had had,
Neither suspected it would end so bad.
A cut to the wrist is how it all went wrong.
Too bad this is only the beginning of our song.
Though best friends they had been,
He never truly let her in.
Unless with him, she kept to herself.
Like a closed book on an empty shelf.
Yet, without her, he was at his best.
He continuously told her to give it a rest.
After a while, she found a way out.
Although, he never heard her shout.
She took a knife that fateful day,
And thought there was no other way
To get him to hear what he should already know.
It was as if the blade was his to throw.
That morning, he had come by
And after a moment, she started to cry.
She cried for him to think of her still
After, the girl, he would kill.
She gave him the knife; he held it high.
He pushed the blade into her heart; tears began to flow as she started to die.
He called an ambulance and turned to walk away
But she asked, through the blood, for him to stay.
No one knows what went through his mind
As he turned back and knelt by her side.
He kissed her then as the blood continued to flow.
She made him promise not to go.
The cops finally came; they were too late.
The boy shall never leave his hell-bound state.
It's been two years; he's still the same.
He'll never again say love is just a game.
He goes to his room and finds his knife,
Starts to think of taking his own life.
He closes his eyes as, with the blade, he stands.
Yet his wrists are held by unseen hands.
He hears in his head a soft-spoken voice,
And immediately reconsiders his choice.
He drops the knife and looks around;
Unknowingly cries as his knees hit the ground.
He hears, in the room, not a sound,
But, as if with someone, speaks aloud.
"What do you wish for me to do?
I cannnot live without you here; I love you, too..."
 RCs grl · Wed Apr 19, 2006 @ 11:26pm · 1 Comments |
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