The sad, mad boy was lonely.
He lost a friend that bend his relationship with her.
During his spare time, he like to rhyme the words in his head that let his thoughts roam free.
The way he text his ex made her guess that he doesn't care about her anymore.
But can that thought be forgotten?
She sat and bat her eyes, hoping he would notice.
What he did instead was turned back and lacked his attention to her.
When he went home safe and sound, he found another girl that made his world more bright than his dark nights.
But what happened to the first girl?
She would wait and wait until it was too late to see her chance of romance with him will never happen again.
It took a second look around to see that what she wanted could be achieved.
Her first love is gone, but this one is beyond the previous and was meant to be.
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Poetrya poem I thought of when I was texting a friend and we sent little poems back and forth. I made this for fun, so in other words, I made it up...majority.
