I was the teacher,
The virgin heart,
And you were my savior,
My brightest light.
Out of all the children that I called my own,
Your were my favorite,
You were my own,
You were my child of wisdom.
I taught you everything I knew,
I think the other children were jealous of you.
I often saw you after school,
Under the oak tree down by the river,
A smile upon your lips as deadly as a sinner.
Your warm brown eyes spotted me,
And you jumped up to greet me.
You would bow a little,
And say, Morning Ma'am.,
I would smile,
And curtsy just for you.
When you stood, your eyes filled with sorrow,
You said you had to leave tomorrow.
A frown creased my features,
And tears welled in my eyes,
But I refused to cry.
You told me that you would never forget me,
And I told you that I loved you,
And you told me the same.
I took you into my arms,
Your head resting on my bosom.
We vowed that this was not good-bye,
And that you would come to say hi.
You let me go,
With a sob of your own,
You wiped your warm brown eyes,
And left with a wave of good-bye.
Now I sit in my rocking chair,
Trying to stop the tears,
The cold metal in my right hand,
Will stop the pain in my heart,
And sorrow and loneliness,
That I have felt since you left me.
I wrote you a letter last month,
I do not know if you ever got it,
And I cannot help but wonder,
If you even care.
A depressing smile lights my face,
And I raise the metal to my head,
I clenched my hand and pulled the trigger.
A loud bang echoes of the empty walls,
And into darkness do I fall.
Yet before I go,
I hear your voice call out to me.
A smile graces my lips,
As I end all the years of my life,
All twenty-three.
*I wrote this for an English assignment and decided to place it here.*
