I died for you, when you were around the corner.
I cried for you when I was shot.
You kneel by my side, tears well up when i say i can't see you.
Your tears fall upon my face.
You're there now, while I die here, same place but apart.
My breathing slows as my blood flows from my weakened veins.
You're just turning the corner and see my blood. You had heard the shot and cry. Are you running away or running near?
I can't see you anymore.
I lay in my own blood as your tears fall onto my face.
"Don't leave, don't go!" you cry to me.
But I don't hear, my blood continues to spill.
I died for you while you did not know.
I cried for you when you were sad. And now you cry for me.
My breathing slows, so does my blood flow.
You cry out in pain and rage.
Revenge you may seek, but not while I lay here in my own blood pool.
You pick me up and rock me back and forth, knowing that I am dead.
But i died for YOU! Does that not count?
Is that not worth something? Anything?
Your tears to turn to blood.
No don't! Not that!
Live for ME, please!
You ignore me, and keep bleeding, for someone who died for you.
I cry for you, invisible tears fall upon your face.
But there you are in front of me, smiling mischievously.
"I died for US." You smile.
I smile, we're happy once again.
Romeo and Juliet had it easier then me.
-4/1/05
