His eyes were orange, With dark brown hair,
And His favourite colour was red,
Eventually I learnt he wasnt to be trusted,
But I still believed every word he said.
Because it never mattered what people would say,
About his unfaithfulness and roaming ways,
I would never listen to them anyway,
Because I loved him then, And till this day.
He could make my heart jump and skip two beats at a time,
And he'd made me feel loved, Even though he was never truely mine.
I wouldn't care less if he never felt the same as I do,
Because he was the only boy that I ever opened my heart to.
