Each moment she thinks of you it tears her apart
When will she know you love is pure enough to start
Hoping in her heart you'll always stay
Because she'll always love you come what may
So when you see that wilting rose,
Remember of who she chose,
She chose her friends over your love,
And now this pain falls from heaven above,
Because she now has not a heart,
And thanks to her choice in her soul stabs a dart,
Bleeding wound is all she feels,
But she puts on a brave face as it conceals,
The innocent truth behind these lies,
From her watching in the devils eyes,
So now shes knows not how to love,
For it died like a wounded dove,
So now she sits alone full of remorse,
But as usual her friends are happy of corse,
They think shes been happy all this time,
But underneath her make-up lies the crime,
Shes been faking all these minutes,
And as the tears fall her friends eyes shut,
So with nothing left she stands alone,
Hoping this poem has been shown,
To those who have been pretty much forced to choose,
Because playing at that game they are sure to lose,
I know her pain, her hurt and sorrow
I know because I'll wake up as her tommorrow
