on January 21, 2012 by Mitchel Jonas in Poetics, Comments (0)
Girlfriend
My first girlfriend
I was only 15, trying to be a
Skinhead, a rudeboy
Naive to it all
Found a perfect angel at a dance
Went through some hell to try and
Romance her
Looking back
We wrote letters back and forth
Had perfect days together
And as fast as it set in
I just up and left, for no reason
I can’t explain it to this day
Now she is happily married
With a kid or two probably
Family life
I wonder if she remembers
I often wish I could tell her
Explain to her everything
But I do that in my dreams now
And that’s where it will stay
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