The above.
I'm sorry my dear,
But I had to go.
I had no choice,
But you must know.
I couldn't leave,
With out telling you,
That I love you so.
But you never knew.
I hid my feelings,
As long as I could.
Now my name has been called,
It will do no good.
But like I said,
I couldn't go,
With out telling you first,
What you must know.
So now that I'm dying,
I give you my love,
And the promise that I'll be there,
When you reach the above.
-paige.
Please, please, please, tell me what you think.
