i sit in a park where i dwell, <br />for this boy i love so well. <br />he took my heart away from me, <br />now he wants to set me free. <br />i see a girl on his lap, <br />he says things to her. <br />he never said to me, <br />i ran home to cry on my bed. <br />not a word to mother was said. <br />father came home late that night, <br />he looked at me from left to right. <br />and saw me hanging from a rope, <br />he took his knife to cut me down. <br />and on my dress a note was found, <br />Dig my grave, dig it deep <br />dig my grave from head to feet <br />and on the top put a dove <br />and remember this, <br />I DIED FOR LOVE.<br /><br />charlotte marie peachey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/die-for-love-6/
