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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