Two Lovers

by Emily Strickland   Aug 24, 2004


Two People, Two Lovers
Both So Happy Together
And Everybody Had Thought
That It Would Last Forever

Joined Together At The Hip
They Were Never Far Apart
He Would Love Her Always
With Every Part Of His Heart

Then One Day She Called
Saying She Wouldn't Be Home
She Told Him She Loved Him
Then Hung Up The Phone

An Hour Had Finally Passed
Wondering Where She Could Be
He Decided To Go On A Walk
Without Knowing What He'd See

He Strolled Through The Park
And Saw Her With Another Man
They Were Sitting There Kissing
She Was Even Holding His Hand

Tears Flowed Down His Cheeks
As He Slowly Turned To Run
The Scene Kept Running Through His Mind
Thinking About What She Had Done

He Ran Back To His Home
And Slowly Closed The Door
Picking Up The Pictures Of Her
And Throwing Them To The Floor

To The Alcohol Cabinet He Went
Grabbing A Bottle Of Whiskey
Trying To Relieve His Pain
But Still Stuck In All His Misery

He Felt So Cold And Alone
Not Knowing Just What To Do
His Life Was Over Without Her
So Much Hurt He Was Going Through

Finally He Had Got So Drunk
He Staggered When He Would Move
He Couldn't Stand It Anymore
This Pain He Had To Sooth

He Stumbled His Way To The Kitchen
And Pulled Out The Sharpest Knife
Stumbling Back To The Living Room
Preparing To End His Life

He Took Out A Pad And Pencil
And Began To Write A Note
Starting To Cry So Hard
Re-Reading What He Had Wrote

--To The One I Love
That Hurt Me So Bad
You Were My Only One
The Best I Ever Had

Maybe Your Better With Him
I Guess I Wasn't Good Enough
I Hope That Now Your Happy
But For Me It Hurts So Much

Im Sorry I Had To Go
But It Was All I Could Think Of
Remember Me Forever
And Know I Died For Our Love--

With That Last Line
He Laid Down The Pen
And Picking Up The Knife
His Life He Began To End

She Found Him The Next Day
With The Note By His Side
She Read It Over And Over
And Each Time She Cried

She Didn't Want Him To Go
And Regretted What She Did
She Grabbed The Whiskey Bottle
And Started Ripping Off The Lid

Bringing It To Her Lips
She Drank And She Cried
For Hours This Went On
Until Finally She Soon Died

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