Love Dies On The Cross Poem by Scarlett Outlaw

Was it my fault?
You and I fell in love at a young age.
We weren't blessed nor accepted by family and friends.
So we ran away together, you and me.

We were wedded and bedded the next day.
Our love was as strong as an ox after our vows.
Should that be enough?
I should of said that to the gaurds.

They took you away from me.
The last thing you heard was me screaming,
crying, pleading them not to take you away.
They put you on the cross to be killed the next day.

Sunrise came and I was held back by the gaurds.
They nailed you down, all I heard was your
screams of pain,
All I saw was your tears of death.

I told them to kill me, not you.
But it was too late, you were dead.
They took you down,
I cried and begged you to come back.

They say that death drives people crazy,
lies.
They also say that loves dies on the cross.
That's lies too.