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Cross my Heart, Hope to Die

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You’re funeral was the worst.
Everyone was crying.
But no one more than me,
Trying to sell a smile no one was buying.

It wasn’t because of how you passed,
Or the words they carved on your grave.
It was all the memories you had of us,
Every bit of them gone to waste.

I guess I shouldn’t think they’re gone
I mean, they’re all inside my head.
But they’ll never be told from you’re point of view,
Leaving one to many words unsaid.

No one will know of the secrets you kept,
Of your loyal and trustworthy heart.
You crossed you’re heart and hoped to die,
A phrase that now tears me apart.

If you could have another day to live,
I’d beg you not to take it.
Your life can’t be sold and you can’t make a deal,
You’re worth too much to make it.

And things like life are so silly to wish for,
Because things like that never come true.
I can only hope and wish, right here on earth,
That things in Heaven are better for you.



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