A Broken Heart

This is from someone very dear to me...

I sit in the park where i dwell
for this boy I love so well

He took my Heart away from me and now he wants to set me free
I see a girl on his lap , he said things to her he never said to me

I run home to Cry on my bed, not a word to mother was said
father came home late that night, he looked at me from left to right
he saw me hanging from a rope and on my dress he found a note

Dig my grave, dig it deep, dig my grave from head to feet
and on the top a little dove, remember this I died for Love.
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