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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 place a dove
And remember this, I died for love….

I found this poem off the internet one year..... it is one of my favs.... because it sounds like me..... it remeinds me of me....

I love this boy in our grade. Hes blond, plae blue eyed, and hangs with the punks. I lobe deeply..... makes me wish he loved me as much as i loved him........ *sigh* sad