| Everyday she would cry,Hoping wishing praying that she would die,that she would finaly escape her beating heart,wanting to end anything that she thought she had to start,then she would know who really cared,who would cry if she died and who would just stair,she wondered how much more time,until her death bell will chime,but her time was to be sooner than she'd think,she grabbed the knife in the kitchen sink,reached forward and cut her skin,not caring if the blood she was shedding was a sin,she didn't care who found her on the floor,or who would find the suicide notes nailed on the bathroom door,she hoped it would be the guy she has forever wanted love from,who everytime she walked by her heart would beat louder than drums,she watched the blood drip and fall,her vision started to slurr as she crawled up the hall,she then heard the phone ring on her bed,wondering if it was death angels finally saying that she was dead,when she picked up the phone and said fellow,her heart beat went from fast to slow,it was him the one she had forever wanted love from,he told her that he was the one that was the wounded dove,that he loved her from the minute he saw her face,he then said he was going over to her place,she hung up the phone and triefd to stop the bleeding,crying begging on her knees pleading,that she would have just one chance,to follow in love's trance ,but there was nothing that she could have done,there was no way she could stop the blood from the run,the blood didn't stop,and she was dead before her last blood drop,at her funeral he cried,wishing that it was him instead that would have died,he leaned into the coffin to kiss away all the lies,and she opened her eyes,she then whispered into his ear,meet me in heaven at the end of your years. |
