Well ****
It happened again.
Our eyes met, my heart melted.
We spoke, and I fell in love all over again.
But none of it was real.
He didn't feel the same.
It's been one too many times.
I won't be hurt by you again.
So goodbye to the boy...
with the red pickup truck.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
Well ****
It happened again.
Our eyes met, my heart melted.
We spoke, and I fell in love all over again.
But none of it was real.
He didn't feel the same.
It's been one too many times.
I won't be hurt by you again.
So goodbye to the boy...
with the red pickup truck.
