Death Of My Love

• Boyi Li, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

Oh, Christina,
Why did thy run, why did thy flee.

As I came with the police,
Why did thy run, why did thy flee.

As we entered BANG the shot of a gun,
I stood shocked, still like a stone,
As my heart froze like a stone,
I prayed for your safety non-stop.

My prayers went to waste for we found you dead,
With the gun beside you,
With a hand holding a dagger that took your life,
Why did thy run, why did thy flee.

You were beautiful, a flower more inspiring than the queen.
Why did thy run, why did thy flee.