*This poem has been re-done, i found the original on the INTERNET. It's basically the opposite of it
a girl and boy, he only wanted to be friends, from beginning to end. Through all their months, her feelings grew, she always wanted him, but he never knew. Each walking moment since they met, she loved him, from sunrise to sunset.
but she was only a stalker in his busy life, he's the reason why she's at the knife. He was her angel but he never cared, yet she hid the pain and just bared.
then one day things went terribly wrong, they next few days were like a sad song. He made her fall on purpose he tried, he told her he loved her, on purpose he lied. He played with love like it was a game, little did he know things would never be the same.
his plan was working but he had no clue how wrong things would go, the damage he would do. Then one night she found out the truth, then ran outside to the phone booth. She dialed his number he answered "hello", she told him she loved then hung up the phone.
he raced to her house but came a minute too late, he found her in a pool of blood her heart at no rate. Beside her was a note in it her confession, her love for this boy her only obsession. He knelt down and held her in his arms, then got an idea which set off all alarms. He striped her naked then raped her dead body, got up and left feeling no guilt or a little bit sorry.
