I'm sorry
Once, I fell in love with a sad boy
At first he was sorta okay,
But after treating him like a toy
He didn't have much to say.
He said he wished to die.
And that he hated himself.
His smiles and laughs were a lie
He bottled up his feelings and put them on a shelf.
Now he questioned his worth and what he deserved.
I didn't realize what I had done
He was angry and unnerved.
The pain I had caused could not be undone.
But this boy, I loved dearly.
And he loved me too.
After all of that, I could finally see clearly,
That our love was true.
I try my best to make him smile
And get him to let go of his sadness,
To be happy for awhile
And to be sad a lot less.
THis boy couldn't see what he meant to me.
In his mind, he was waiting for me to leave.
I wish I could make this boy see
I wish I could make him believe.
This boy has the cutest voice
And his eyes are a caramel brown
And if it were my choice
I'd never let him frown.
His happiness is all that I want,
And of course to be his wife.
This boy I'm gonna flaunt,
because he is my life.
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