Loving A Boy
I loved a Boy who never loved me.
I loved a Boy who dared me to dream.
I cried every night, I cried over the thought of never thanking him.
I cried because he'd never know how much I love him.
It hit me one night;
how much this boy meant to me, I have come to love everything he was.
I was so in love with a boy whom I have never met
that I didn't leave room to love myself.
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