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 this 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.
wow wow wow really i like the manner of ur feelings as if i was watching aromantic film excellent job and tnx for engoying us
Excuse me... I'd like to ask, if you may answer..... did you write this? or was it inspired by another poem/letter? please respond. thank you. Its a fine piece, I must add.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No, I didn't write this, or at least not all of it... I changed some words that's all. (tnx)