I fell for the boy
they all called a jerk
and I promised to myself
I wouldn’t go buzzerk.
I fell for the part of you
that promised to always be true,
but now I know the part
that I’ve always seen through.
My friends, we told them
we could possibly last forever.
They laughed and smirked
and only replied “never.”
I’ll miss your kisses
and the way your eyes shined.
When looking down at me,
I couldn’t believe you were mine.
And especially I loved
the way your hand never left mine.
I don’t want to regret this,
but I fell too hard, too fast.
Yet, we promised ourselves,
we would make this last.
Then it ended with her kiss;
I hope it was sweet.
I can’t help but wonder what went on in your head.
But it doesn’t matter anyway
cuz she’s probably already in your bed.
My heart aches and my body’s tense
to know we lost our footing during the dance.
And I know this already,
no one will understand
the way that I wished
we’d never have a last kiss.
And forever, I really hope you know:
You’ll be the boy I never forget.
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My Life in Rhyme
PoetryLife. Webster's defines it as "the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead body." But what if on the inside your dead? What if living on a day to day basis killed you? My Life In Rhyme is a series of poems, each one about...