A Lover's Suicide Poem by Cassie Randall

A Lover's Suicide



She knew it when she met him
From the very first time
They were meant to be together
There wasn't a doubt in her mind

From the first words that he spoke
She could hear it in his voice
She knew he felt the same way
It was a given, not by choice

Immediately they were together
A couple that everyone knew
There was an instant connection
And their friends could feel it too

People said it wouldn't work
Because they came from different places
But their love was everlasting
You could see it in their faces

Their parents saw it differently
Forbidding it to start
But their feelings were so strong
They couldn't keep them apart

Their parents went through everything
Thinking it couldn't last
Judging by accidents
With relationships in the past

It was like they'd know forever
This relationship was right
To him she was his princess
And to her he was her knight

And then they were finally seperated
Both of their hearts being torn
It felt like tearing the petals off a rose
And being pricked by the thorn

They found a way to be together
Secretly meeting late at night
Making love until the sun rose
Holding each other tight

Finally they came to realise
This was no way to live
Secretly loving your soulmate
Was more effort that they could give

One night they went together
Bringing along a knife
Kissing each other goodbye
And taking each other's life

The plunging of the knife
Stood for the sacrifices they were making
And the pouring of the blood
Was for the measures they were taking

They held each other tighly
As they watched each other die
But they knew that this was better
Than living in a lie

Hours later they were found
No one knowing just why they died
But stories are going around
Of a lover's suicide

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alexandra Gray 01 November 2008

Wow, awesome poem-better than mine-lol. Keep it up!

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Yakup Icik 27 December 2007

This can be nobody but you. Really...Thanks Yakup icik

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