You told me
What happens
When you're gone
And now I wish it was never
Cause after this week
I can't get a peek
At your beautiful
Angel face
Will I ever see
The eyes like mine?
Or tug the curls
That tighten like Ryan's?
I want you to stay
I can't let you go
I'd do anything
To keep you for good
So tell me what happens
When you leave me behind
And you're nothing
But gone from my life
You told me that
I'd have to deal
And live without
My one of a kind
Author notes
Kyle
I never met a boy like him. His eyes...just like mine. Hair color...skin color. If I had to explain him in three words:
1. Amazing
2. Beautiful
3. Adorable
He looks like he should be my son. Ironically, the poems I wrote about hating a certain trumpet player...
Well Kyle looks like a cross between me and Jakey-boy. XD How amazingly great. And Kyle plays trumpet! 8D Gah, I love it.
PS: Ryan's my boyfriend, if anyone gets confused.
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Comments
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omg.
I never fully realized the connection...
Dot. Dot. Freaking. Dot.
That's just funny.
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