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Array ( [sid] => 95106 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => YOUNG LOVE [time] => 2005-05-20 09:37:20 [hometext] => Take this poem to heart young love hurts. [bodytext] => In a park where I dwell.
I met a boy I loved so well.
He came and took his heart from me.
Now that boy has set me free.
He sat a strange girl on his knee.
Told her things he never told me.
I ran right home and jumped into bed.
Not a word to my mom had I said.
My dad came home late that night.
He looked for me from left to right.
Through the door in which he broke.
He saw me hanging from a rope.
He got a knife and cut me down.
On the dresser was this note he found.

Dig my grave and dig it deep.
Marble stone from head to feet.
On that stone place a dove.
So the world will know I died for
love.
Signed lonely [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 39 [informant] => theoklapoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
YOUNG LOVE

Contributed by theoklapoet on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 09:37:20 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief



In a park where I dwell.
I met a boy I loved so well.
He came and took his heart from me.
Now that boy has set me free.
He sat a strange girl on his knee.
Told her things he never told me.
I ran right home and jumped into bed.
Not a word to my mom had I said.
My dad came home late that night.
He looked for me from left to right.
Through the door in which he broke.
He saw me hanging from a rope.
He got a knife and cut me down.
On the dresser was this note he found.

Dig my grave and dig it deep.
Marble stone from head to feet.
On that stone place a dove.
So the world will know I died for
love.
Signed lonely



Copyright © theoklapoet ... [ 2005-05-20 09:37:20]
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Re: YOUNG LOVE (User Rating: 1 )
by JustAGirl001 on Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 12:30:02 AM AEST
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Wonderfully written poem.I loved it the moment I read it.


Re: YOUNG LOVE (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Sunday, 4th May 2008 @ 06:16:57 AM AEST
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I loved the flow and rhythm in this although the content was a really sad.....Well written... Jenni




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