The wrong boy

by Jamie   Aug 15, 2009


When he holds my hand
I feel for your scar.
When he talks to me
I hear your voice.
And I know I made
A wrong choice.

When he hugs me to his chest
I listen to the wrong heartbeat.
When he kisses me
I realize he's just my toy.
I say this because I know
I'm with the wrong boy.

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