Written July 31, 2003
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 that he never said to me!
I ran home to cry on my bed,
Not a word to Mom was said.
Dad 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, from head to feet.
And on the top, place a dove
And remember this, I died for love..."
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
