Poem

I sit in the park where i dwell for this boy i love so well i see a girl upon up on his lap he says things to her he has never said to me i run home to cry on my bed not a word to my mother was said my father came home late that night lokked for me from left to right he found me hanging from a rope and on my dresser he found a not i "i dug my grave i dug it deep i dug my grave from head to feet and on my top place a dove and remember this i die for love"