My poem
I sit in the park where i dwell,
For this boy i love so well .
He took my heart away for me,
Now he wants to set it free
I see a girl on his lap,
He says things to her he never sead to me.
I ran home to cry on my bed.
Not a word to mother was sead
Farther came home that night,
He looked at me from left to right.
He saw me haging from a rop,
He took a knife and cut me down.
And on my dress a note was found.
Dig my grave, dig it deep.
Dig my grave, from head to feet.
And on the top place a dove
And remember this, i died for LOVE
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