Awaiting my soon arrival, you paced.
To the courtyard to meet you, I raced.
And for me you had a brilliant surprise..
Behind your back, a plethora of knives.
With weapons instead of roses, you
Struck my heart and bled me through.
"It was not my true intention, dear.
The death of us both is my fear."
I lay one last time beneath your arm,
"You do believe I'd do you no harm."
I believe the words that you have said,
But it does not change in moments I'm dead.
"Dear, I am not to blame for this,
My mother doesn't condone our bliss."
Then will you return for me, dead and cold?
"I will search for your wandering love, till i am old."
Yo Authorsden Homeboy,
Chris Aka Chicken!
Be always safe,
Karen
Edwin