A Ballad
A foolish boy met a foolish girl
And they let their simple love unfurl
He watched her with his eyes soft brown
Her hateful face always wore a frown
She ignored his gifts, his tears, his love
She, an angel, his peaceful dove
He was walking blindly into a doom
But those thoughts were never there to loom
He begged and pleaded for her to stay
On the day she sailed away
On a boat floating through the air
It looked as if she didn't care
But inside her, there was a voice
It spoke of how she had no choice
It spoke that love was there all along
She left to save him, he was wrong
For she was cursed always to defy
And her face had shown a lie
So their love could never be
But this was something, he could not see
He never knew what she'd done for him
And soon his eyes grew cold and dim
He felt nothing but eternal pain
Then sent a bullet through his brain
When she heard of his suicide
She blamed only herself, and cried
Staring blankly into the sky
She took the pills and said goodbye
That is how the story goes
But no one, no one truly knows
that story, a girl coming back too late
it was theirs alone, a tragic fate