I sit in the park and dwell for this boy, i love so well. <br />He took my heart away from me, he says he wanted to set me free. <br />I see a girl on his lap, he says things to her that he never said to me. <br />I ran home to cry to my bed, not a word to my mother was ever said. <br />father came home late that night, he looked at me from left to right. <br />he saw me hanging from a rope, he took his pocket knife and cut me down. <br />And on my dresser a note was found: <br />Dig my grave, Dig it deep. <br />Dig my grave from head to feet. <br />And on the top place a dove, <br />and remember this, I died for love.<br /><br />Ashley Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-died-for-love-2/
