My hand shakes
As I utter my lie.
Little did he know
That I had to die.
I fall off the edge,
Ending my song.
I hit the ground
It didn't take long.
My pulse is gone.
My heartbeat has diminished.
They take away the body.
It's over. I'm finished.
The funeral was short.
His heart wasn't mended.
Funny thing was,
My song never ended.
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He fell for me,
I'll fall for him too.
I take a deep breath
And whisper "I loved you".
I leap off the edge,
And everything goes black.
Little did I know...
He was gonna come back.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, John.
FanfictionI had actually originally written this in a Shakespearean (15 syllable, iambic pentameter) sonnet style and turned it in for english class. The teacher worried I was clinically depressed and alerted the councillor. Hehe. So I thought I would share...
