With this gun up to my head, my finger on the trigger and before the final blow,I wonder if he loves me?... Silence has fallen over me, i guess ill never know.
As the blood flows out of my vains and out of my head, it rushes on the floor, and now sadly i am dead.
When i start to leave my body, and my soul begins to rise i notice that poor boy holding my hand and slowly start to cry.
I whisper in his ear "I love you my dear, and i'll miss your eyes and the lushes lips i longed to touched..but never did.."
So as i leave this boy and start to rise above...i than realised..i just confessed true love. heart
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