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Must be true love.

Poetry By: chrissyisthename

we all have that one person, or are waiting for that one person we can call true love. yet, some people become obsessed with someone, and things lead, and escalate when it wasn't true love, just obsession gone too far.

Submitted:Jan 15, 2014    Reads: 37    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I seen you, and I needed you.

Please just give me a sign.

I'll pay you in the finest wine.

As long as you become mine.

Please don't whine.

I only tied you down to keep you here.

Oh, please listen my dear.

Did someone call the cops?

The sirens are near.

I began to snap.

Yanking your arm back.

Then I heard a crack.

I knew I had broke your arm.

I didn't mean to cause harm.

The sirens grow closer.

So I stabbed her.

and hit you with a bar.

Blood surrounded your head.

Now you lay here dead.

My heart broke into pieces.

Yet, you started, you were the one who teases.

You messed with my head

Now you're dead

Yet I knew you were my true love.

You were my little dove.

So I take a gun,

and start to run.

I put it to my head.

Now I'm also dead.


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