More of Katie
Beautiful
By Katie Runkle
11th Grade
Columbus Alternative High School
You used to make me weak,
a pardon my love of those things you speak.
The treachrous stories of which you told,
knew you were gone before love grew old
AND that secret you did hide so well
the secret that may send you straight to hell
that secret ruins bonds between women and man
that secret ruined the love thats at hand
I don't quite understand why you must
so I make a mockery of your lustful lust
That secret you'll take to your grave
Alas sweet boy you when astray.
When you told me on that wretched day
I jumped up and stood in dismay
"Your a liar...
but you're my hearts one desire...
you speak lies..."
And there I stood with tears in my eyes
I cried myself to sleep that night
thought of what to do in spite
you asked because i would say yes
you knew i loved you more than the rest
you had taunt with emotions, that is it
I then there said "I must kill you quick..."
The next morn i did wake
digging at the ground like a quake.
I dug and dug through and through
and all the time I thought of you.
And oh how you did lay ,
in that beautiful grave,
I have dug for you,
oh you'll rest in pieces soon...
The days did pass so long and slow,
and the memory of you begins to grow.
there has been some spectulations,
but it's all fucked up in complecations.
And as your body decompose
from your grave did grow a rose,
and through the weeks, months, and years
grew and beautiful garden from my sorrowful tears.
And so this story comes to an end for my ... UN-Beloved friend.