I was fifteen going on sixteen
When the broken boy caught my eye.
His sharp tongue was a blade
That cut through my heart.
There was no pain so I smiled
And admired him from afar.
But then, the pain began
When I saw him give her
The look of love
And I tried to forget
The memories of him
Wrapped in another's arms
That devilish smile on his face
His voice saying my name
Tears and heartbreaking sobs
Memories that will soon be gone
Like me from his mind.
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RastgeleWe all have crushes and I, the author, has had several and will have more in the future. So I made this book for myself, to be able to properly express my feelings for them in a way that is healthy for me. Everybody is free to read it though. So yea...
