Disclaimer: this is all from my own head, but any characters that it might remind you of are not mine.


He was a boy, She was a girl
He was a boy;

She was a girl;

He did not love;

Her emotions were a whirl.


There is a line,

Between love, faithful caring

That line is thin,

And hate not worth living.


One day they met

But not a nice meeting,

From that day on,

They each other went on hating


When they next met

She was very sad

Afterall, it was she first

Who saw her dead mum and dad


As there she sat,

Wearing nothing but black

To her the customs of mourning

Were not taken slack


He looked at her,

And suddenly

He went against his upbringing

And also showed feelings openly


He offered her,

A shoulder to cry on

They became friends

From that day on


They may have been young

But no longer carefree

They became mature without

Feeling at all independent and free


She cast away

Her veil of sadness

And became more like

Her childhood of happiness


Like many good things

Her joy was short-lived

When one day, suddenly,

She found him dead


The look of youth upon his face

Was ever more vivid now,

As if he were back at school

But she could not figure out why.


He had been her only hope

The only reason not to end

Her ripped heart he was now

No longer able to mend


Her black robes and veils

She took to once more

"In these I'll die

And not trouble the world anymore"


She took out a knife,

At her heart it went

Soon she was gone

But not before she wept


"Oh, my Lord,

What have I done

To deserve this

I'd rather be gone"


As it went in

The blood rushed past the knife

Along with it

Went out all the life


Soon all that was left

Were blank stares

On the landing

And on the stairs


So gone were these two

Like Romeo and Juliet

But for these two to mourn

None were left


Of the two

One was hateful

A bad childhood

The other joyful


But that was long ago,

Of them now is left

But a memory not remembered

By us, the deft


Maybe even to this day,

They there lie

Out of our minds

Not even as a lie


Maybe now

They walk in a better place

Up there in heaven

Tying the Lord's shoelace


He was a boy;

She was a girl;

They are now gone,

Out of memory and out of the world.