You turn to me and ask sweetly,
"Honey, will you stay by me?"
I cocked my head to the side and said,
"There's nothing about my love for you to fret."
You smiled, real big and held me close,
telling me that you love me the most.
Sparks fly and songs went off,
as I took a knife and stabbed your back,
my face bearing a large grin, and then a scoff.
I looked down at my beloved bleeding before me,
I looked down at this steaming blood stuck to me,
I kissed your forehead and said with a giggle,
"There has been no love from the day you compared me to a nickel."
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