I sit in the park and dwell for this boy, i love so well.
He took my heart away from me, he says he wanted to set me free.
I see a girl on his lap, he says things to her that he never said to me.
I ran home to cry to my bed, not a word to my mother was ever said.
father came home late that night, he looked at me from left to right.
he saw me hanging from a rope, he took his pocket knife and cut me down.
And on my dresser a note was found:
Dig my grave, Dig it deep.
Dig my grave from head to feet.
And on the top place a dove,
and remember this, I died for love.
Ashley Morrison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-died-for-love-2/
