When You Make A Girl Jealous!

A boy and a girl,
the best of friends.
From elementary,
to high school.
Beginning to end.

Through all those years
their friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew.

Each waking moment,
since the day they met.
They both loved each other,
sunrise to sunset.

He was all she had
in her terrible life.
He was the one
who kept her from her knife.

She was his angel,
she made him smile.
Though life threw him curves,
she made it all worth while.

Then one day things
went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
were like a very sad song.

He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked,
on purpose he lied.

He played with jealousy
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.

One night she broke down,
feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.

She dialed his number,
he answered, "Hello"
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.

He raced to her house
just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood,
her heart had no rate.

Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.

As he read the note,
he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife,
that night they both died.

She was found in his arms,
both of them dead.
Under her a note
his handwriting said:

"I loved her so,
she never knew.
All this time
I loved her too."
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I feel like this girl every day,
Form beginning to end.
I never can reach the knife,
though I have tried.

It's on the top shelf,
Where it has been.
For all these years,
The cause of many tears.

Friends and family,
have tied me down,
to the floor.
With there love.

L O
ON MY ARMS
V E
ON MY LEGS.