He watched her change from goth to prep
It burned his heart to the very depth
The confusion was better more suitable
She seemed more dark & beautiful
He loved her that's a fact
There was no mistake in that
He was the most popular guy in school
He wasn't supposed to fall for the goth that would only be actions of a fool
But who could choose their love?
Her heart so dark, complete opposite of a dove
He didn't like this new girl
She was nothing like his black pearl
He wanted her back, the real
He wanted her to know, to feel
Maybe she was still the same
But than again, he could be the blame
He always put her in pain
Making them both go insane
He noticed the cuts fresh on her arms
Maybe she was still in emotional harm
Suddenly laying on the ground
The blood pouring from the open wound
The goth now prep, crying by his side
'I love you' she whispered as he started to die
'I liked you more confused, when you were my Broken Pearl He said as he died
