It all started with a pen;
You had lost yours in science
Slowly, the two of you
Began to fall
But she fell harder;
Faster;
Deeper.
While she continued to fall
You grasped a rope
hoisting yourself back up the cliff
you left her.
Despair and depression; the only things to her name
Your cruel and twisted words torchered her
Sympathy? You had none
Imagine your shock and horror
When you found her dead on your doorsteps
But don't fret love
You'll see her again
For she saved you a special seat next to her
Right In the heart of Hell.
