As a teenager, I fell in love.
I felt he was a gift from above.
He shares with me his mind and his heart.
We miss each other when we're apart.
We go to movies; I let him choose.
He knows how to chase away my blues.
We go on walks, watch the clouds float by.
We love seeing sunsets in the sky.
Another boy had a jealous rage.
He was three years younger than my age.
He wanted to cause my boyfriend pain.
He had a handgun, acted insane.
The boy I was with - my chosen one.
We called 911 then had to run.
I did not desire this jealous boy.
I knew this boy would not bring me joy.
I did not like this boy's face at all,
Wanted to throw him against the wall.
The cops talked to him; he tried to fight.
One scolded him, and one held him tight.
They took him to jail for a few days,
Was told he had to straighten his ways.
I heard his gun was taken away
So he would not try to kill one day.
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