Samuel Gray Poem by Alxzyndr Bunner

A simple young girl
Doesn't know who she is
Doesn't understand
Tears swelling again she's crying
Rotting from her inner core

A ticking time bomb waiting to blow
A sorrow filled young lad
Who's father thinks is bad
Sitting in his bed deadly thoughts
Roam his head
Like a river
His tears,
Start to flow

Seeing him she thinks
'She could help me along my way'

Seeing her he thinks
'She keeps me alive, day to day'

A week goes by, and she's not around
When the boy hears a dreadful sound
Rumors, and a girl on the news
From not very far
She was hit by a car
Heading to his house

No one is home
But the lad
And his mouse
Soon he must choose
Life o death in his hands
He makes himself a noose

His parents arrive and stare in dismay
At the hanging body
With nothing to say
A note with a request
Tied to his hand
'Bury me with her
In the sweet summer sand
Under the crying tree'

Up to this day
That's where they lay
Under the weeping willow
The girl
And
Samuel Gray