If I die,
Tell the boy next door,
I love him.
Tell him,
Forget me.
Because when I was alive,
He never looked at me sideways,
And now that I'm gone,
I don't deserve any less.
If I die,
Tell the boy next door,
There's a box of notes on my bookshelf.
Tell him,
Read them.
Because I am selfish,
And want him to feel pain,
As I did for him.
If I die,
Tell the boy next door,
Every poem was for him.
Tell him,
I felt pain.
Because he was the sun to me,
But to him,
I was only another star in the galaxy.
If I die,
Tell the boy next door,
I'm ok now.
Tell him,
He can continue with his life.
Because I don't need him,
Now that I am gone,
And he's better of without me.
If I die,
Don't tell the boy next door anything,
Because my secret is my soul,
And as long as it is hidden,
May I be able to come back once dead.
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Love Stories For A Rainy Day
Teen Fictionlove [n.] an intense feeling of deep affection. a collection of love stories for a rainy day. none have any relevance to the others, and yet they all belong as they are all about that feeling of deep affection.