There's A Story About A Boy, Pt. Two.

There's a story about a boy,
That I'd like to share with you.
He's six foot three, blonde hair,
He has no style and brown eyes too.

I wrote about him before,
He was my angel for my heart.
Things started to change though,
I don't think we were very smart.

We were in love,
The best kind there was.
He was there to save me from me,
With no what's buts or because.

Smile after smile,
Our love began to grow.
Nothing could tear us apart,
Or at least we thought so.

Summer came and ripped him away,
I hadn't heard a peep.
I missed with all my heart.
For a while I thought he was a creep.

He called every now and then,
Just to say hello.
I asked where he had been,
And it was baseball so.

We started to drift,
Like wood at sea.
I missed him so much,
I thought I was at mercy.

After a while,
I missed him too much,
I started to stray away,
There wasn't anything to clutch.

One day I gave up,
I just wanted to walk away.
But I couldn't tell him that,
Because I promised I would stay.

A month went by,
And still no ring.
But what would just happen,
There was no warning.

Eleven at night,
The phone went off.
I picked up to say hello.
Only to be in shock with a cough.

It was him on the phone,
He answered with hello.
I was silent for a second.
I had a certain glow.

I missed his voice,
As I said hello,
We started to talk.
For minutes or so.

After a while,
A friend came on the phone,
I talked to him,
But it was a different song.

He seemed distressed,
Him and the boy.
I asked what was wrong.
And lost all my joy.

He said he couldn't tell me,
And I already guessed why.
Boy wanted to break up with me.
But no tears I could cry.

I wasn't in shock,
I didn't have plee.
All I could think about,
Was wow.. I’m free.

I don't understand why.
We've become so close,
And now no feelings for him.
That I miss the most.

I don't want to hate him,
It's something I fear,
To never love him again,
But he is very dear.

We've both lost interest,
I blame summer the loss.
It tore us apart.
And we were at cost.

So this story,
Will come to an end.
For now I guess,
Oh so it depend.

Here's the boy,
I spent two years with.
He was my love.
Maybe our love was myth.

Birthdays and Christmas,
I loved Valentine's Day the best.
He gave me a necklace.
I thought I was blessed.

I did bad,
And gave him some cookies,
They weren't that good.
I bake like rookies.

Well this is the end,
Its been tons of fun.
But now I must go.
I'll turn around and run.

This is my goodbye letter,
It's filled with my soul.
For him loving me,
Was my life's goal.