I Want Love

Depressive poem about love and death…
I sit gazing at him all day long,
I know of course he don't notice me,
He looks over and smiles,
So I stand up and walk over and ask him do you like me?
He replied ask me tomorrow and I will tell you,
The following day I asked him the same as I would every day after that but the answer was always the same ask me tomorrow,
One day I went over and demanded him to tell me if he liked me,
He asked do you want to know the truth,
Of course I replied,
He went on,
No he said I don’t like you nor I ever will,
I was so upset I ran home,
When my parents arrived home they went upstairs to see my body covered in blood with a note at the side which read am I pretty enough now and on the steamy mirror it rote remember I died for love!

By estelle turley
Published: 8/30/2007
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