While you copy what the teacher wrote.
Im busy writting my suiside note.
With my hidden tears and secret smiles.
Boy when I see you it takes me, miles
With my pen in hand writting my last line.
Famous last words and my name i sighn.
Writting the P.S to tell you I care.
Wishing only that you could be there.
For when I hang that rope on my head.
Praying that soon I would be dead.
Too bad I had to end my story.
Before you got to say your sorry.
But its too late to turn back now.
Even if i could I dont know how.
But before I could finish my suiside note.
You looked over your shoulder and saw what i wrote.
You put your hand on my arm and whispered words.
I crumpeled the note for ' sorry' I heard
You told me then three simple things I love you.
After that I didnt need the note.
Or hang my head in a suiside rope.
Because to me there were only two things.
First was you.
And second was me
luved it had me on my toes worndering wats next i would read more if yuhh promise to write more ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was, deep. your an awesome writer.