He made her jealous
On purpose he tried
She asked "Do you love me?"
On purpose he lied
He played with jealousy
Like it was a game
Little did he know
That things would never be the same
His plan was working but he had no clue
How things would go
The damage he would do
One night she broke down,feeling very alone
Just her and the blade,
No-one else was home...
She dailed his number,
He answered "Hello"
She told him she loved him; then hung up the phone,
He raced to her house, but it was too late,
Beside her was a note, it was a confession,
Her love for this boy
Her one and only obsession,
As he read the note, he knelt down and creid,
He grabbed her knife, that night they both died,
She was found in his arms, both of them dead
Under her note his handwrithing said,
"I loved her so, she never knew, all this time I loved her too"
                     The End