I sit in the park where I dwell,
For this boy I love so well.
He took my heart away from me,
Now he wants to set me free.
I see a girl on his lap,
He says things to her he never

said to me.
I ran home to cry on my bed,
Not a word to mother was said.
Father came home late that night,
He looked at me from left to right.
He saw me hanging from a rope,
He took his knife to cut me down.
And on my dress a note was
Found:
Dig my grave, Dig it deep.
Dig my grave, from head to feet.
And on the top place a dove.
And remember this, I died for love...


Not mine a chain letter i thought was good

omg that is soo sad, its a good poem tho

omg..that is so sad. that bastard!

Kind of strange...it's good though, I guess.