There was a Chinese boy in preschool
Who kissed me like the world was ending
I punched him in the nose after
And told him no doing that before marrying
There was this bad boy in high school
Who always stared without knowing it
We walked away two years later
And, God, it hurt bigger than a little bit
Then there was you
And you were twisted, I was too
Maybe I shouldn't be so surprised
You left and now I'm blue
A/N: The first stanza made me smile. Zhang, if you're reading this, I'm sorry.💜The memory to this day makes me smile...and blush.😉And sorry I pulled your hair out like a mad woman afterwards.❤
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Blue: Letters From A Girl Who Loved
PuisiPoems from a girl who loved, lost and lived. Life's tough, Love is even tougher. But when life throws you down, cry about it, write about it and get back up.
