This isn't about love or lust.
It's about loss.
It's about a boy who didn't appreciate what he had.
So he lost it.
He left and came back.
And left and came back.
And left and came back.
And she cared more than she should've.
And loved more than she should've.
And tried more than anyone should've.
But it the end ignorance blinded the boy.
And he left and came back.
And left and came back.
And left and.
Nothing.
She had moved on to someone that treated her right.
That held her tight.
That knew what she deserved.
And gave it to her.
And the boy was alone.
And he learned what he had lost.
When he wasn't loved.
When no one cared.
And no one tried.
He knew he deserved it.
He tried to change.
And become a man.
And all's well that ends ok.
When she walked away without so much as a have a nice day.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
This isn't about love or lust.
It's about loss.
It's about a boy who didn't appreciate what he had.
So he lost it.
He left and came back.
And left and came back.
And left and came back.
And she cared more than she should've.
And loved more than she should've.
And tried more than anyone should've.
But it the end ignorance blinded the boy.
And he left and came back.
And left and came back.
And left and.
Nothing.
She had moved on to someone that treated her right.
That held her tight.
That knew what she deserved.
And gave it to her.
And the boy was alone.
And he learned what he had lost.
When he wasn't loved.
When no one cared.
And no one tried.
He knew he deserved it.
He tried to change.
And become a man.
And all's well that ends ok.
When she walked away without so much as a have a nice day.
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