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by Soft Parade May 9, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Its hard looking back and recounting this tale. It started on track, but went off the rails. I was a year older and joined a new class. She thought i was bolder and a crush came to pass. We met on a Friday at my friends free gaff. A couple by Monday having a laugh. We'd sit together and mess around. look at each other without a sound. The first time she cried, was my first mistake. The wrong name implied, caused the relationship to shake. We worked passed it, and friendship grew, sexual a bit, but it was all new. The millennium came and my second mistake made, different but the same, in tears we bade. Given another chance, the new year rolled on, a young romance in love and so on. Sexually experimenting, we hit more bases. One nights incrementing, I turned down home base. She was too drunk, me, i don't know. She asked for the trunk, but i couldn't grow. The night started a rumor and she asked a question, would i prefer to dump her, to get rid of the attention. I quickly said no, i loved her too much. Our relationship began to slow, we hardly touched. When the summer arrived, she broke her leg. In doors we survived Unaffectionate, i beg. Silence my downfall, our world mundane. In front o us a wall, to the left, a lane. I went on a trip, six friends on the piss. Temptation of the lip, A strangers kiss. Guilty of the sin, I confessed a lie. Forgiven to begin, but the relationship began to die. Temporarily on course, coming up on a year. With undecided force, She whispered in my ear its time to break up, and go our separate ways.' My tears welled up over the next few days. And so to the prom, still my date for the night. A ticking time bomb, about to fright. Arguing first, causing tears to run. A drunken thirst, far from fun. She kissed my friend and anger became me. in the very end, I slapped her stupidly. A tragic romance, a story to be told. One last dance, but the couple was old. We moved on as mates, a few lessons learned. Regret for the gates. A soul to be burned! by Barry Mac Court 2007