~A Love Story
Once a boy in his room, now a man who could be
His eyes were glazed with the blindness
Were never open too see
She knew full well what she did, but continued her deeds
Her life unscathed by the eyes that were unwilling to see
Her mind was open too wide , he was consumed by his pride
They both destroyed two good souls, they let the moment drop
It was to start a new page, they thought they'd unlocked the cageTo start a chapter in life , filled to the brim with the strife
They fought so hard to unlock, they did not know what they've done
They took a life that was lost, and threw it under the gun
A life so filled with depression, a male so tight with the stress
They thought their problems were gone when he went under her dress
They fired passion out loud, for everyone that may see
They did not know the potential, of what the world could truly be
He took his habits to bed, locked them up in his head
Kept them safe from his darling, the thoughts had filled him with dread
Nobody knew what had happned, nobody knew where he'd gone
He had been dealing with this pain for too damn long
The thoughts curled up in his head, broke the locks that he said
Would keep them safe from the pain, would leave their love there again
The hatred grew in his body, with no control over this
His mind escaped to a place, to where he thought there was bliss
But it was all but a dream, there to take what had seemed so apprent In his mind and in his body
His life was consumed in rage, as he walked onto the stage
He thought he'd save them with words, but but they came out a blur
Outspoken as he was, he took his head to a gun, he threw his life out the window
As the threats seemed to gain, he couldn't control the rage of what had happened
He ended his life
Metaphorically of course, but he still felt remorse for what he did to her
It just seemed so obscure
It was an evil little plot she thought he loved her, he did not
He couldn't care anymore , he marched right out that door
Leaving all that behind to stay and rot in his mind
He said she wasn't for him, but the thoughts filled to the brim
What had he done, what had they done, what were they doing?
Every day that goes by, he wants to break down and cry
He lost the love of his life, stabbed their love with a knife
How could he take his own life? how could he glance at a knife?
Without thinking what it would be if he had ended his life
This is a story to all, who look upon it with gall
Please learn this lesson in life, don't ever unlock the strife.....
Once a boy in his room, now a man who could be
His eyes were glazed with the blindness
Were never open too see
She knew full well what she did, but continued her deeds
Her life unscathed by the eyes that were unwilling to see
Her mind was open too wide , he was consumed by his pride
They both destroyed two good souls, they let the moment drop
It was to start a new page, they thought they'd unlocked the cageTo start a chapter in life , filled to the brim with the strife
They fought so hard to unlock, they did not know what they've done
They took a life that was lost, and threw it under the gun
A life so filled with depression, a male so tight with the stress
They thought their problems were gone when he went under her dress
They fired passion out loud, for everyone that may see
They did not know the potential, of what the world could truly be
He took his habits to bed, locked them up in his head
Kept them safe from his darling, the thoughts had filled him with dread
Nobody knew what had happned, nobody knew where he'd gone
He had been dealing with this pain for too damn long
The thoughts curled up in his head, broke the locks that he said
Would keep them safe from the pain, would leave their love there again
The hatred grew in his body, with no control over this
His mind escaped to a place, to where he thought there was bliss
But it was all but a dream, there to take what had seemed so apprent In his mind and in his body
His life was consumed in rage, as he walked onto the stage
He thought he'd save them with words, but but they came out a blur
Outspoken as he was, he took his head to a gun, he threw his life out the window
As the threats seemed to gain, he couldn't control the rage of what had happened
He ended his life
Metaphorically of course, but he still felt remorse for what he did to her
It just seemed so obscure
It was an evil little plot she thought he loved her, he did not
He couldn't care anymore , he marched right out that door
Leaving all that behind to stay and rot in his mind
He said she wasn't for him, but the thoughts filled to the brim
What had he done, what had they done, what were they doing?
Every day that goes by, he wants to break down and cry
He lost the love of his life, stabbed their love with a knife
How could he take his own life? how could he glance at a knife?
Without thinking what it would be if he had ended his life
This is a story to all, who look upon it with gall
Please learn this lesson in life, don't ever unlock the strife.....
