• The boy sits and waits,
    An hour passes by and still no sound,
    He sits and waits for her to come,
    He cuts his wrest and lets the blood flow,
    He sits and waits and still no sound,
    He takes the razor blade when he wants to give up,
    He hears a sound so sweet and soft,
    He drops to the ground with his eyes watering,
    He hears her come in and cries,
    Why is he crying,
    No one cares,
    Why is he crying,
    Only he knows,
    He sees her face,
    She smiles at him,
    But asks why are you crying,
    He replies because I knew it was you,
    They sit there for a while not saying a word,
    And he finally knows that true love has come at last




    THE END