Tuesday, April 8, 2008

when a guy makes a girl jealous

one boy


and one girl,



the best of friends.



From elementary to high school




from



beginning to end.



Through all those years



their friendship grew.



They both felt the same,



but neither knew.



Each waking moment



since the



day they met.



They both loved each other



sunrise to sunset.



He was all she had



in her terrible life.



He was the one



who kept her from her knife.



She was his angel,



she made him smile.



Though life threw him curves,



she made it all worth while.



Then one day



things went terribly wrong.



The next few weeks



were like a very sad



song.



He made her jealous



on purpose he tried.



When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"



on purpose he lied.



He played with jealousy



like it was a game.



Little did he know



Things would never be the same.



His plan was working



but he had no clue.



How wrong things would go,



the damage he would do.



One night she broke down,



feeling very



alone.



Just her and the blade,



no one else home.



She dialed his number,



he answered, "Hello"



She told him she loved him



and hung up the phone.



He raced to her



house



just a minute too late.



Found her lying in blood,



her heart



had no rate.



Beside her was a note,



in it her confession.



Her love for this boy,



her only obsession.



As he read the note,



he knelt down and cried.



Grabbed her knife,



that night they both died.



She was found in his arms,



both of them dead.



Under her



note



his handwriting said:



"I loved her



so, she never knew.



All this time



I loved her



too."