First Love
He was a kind boy,
So sweet and true,
All the love he gave
It was just for blue.
He'd call her up,
On demand,
Her every wish,
Was his command.
Flowers and diamonds,
Was what he gave,
And as time went by,
He became her slave.
Then came the abuse,
From her spoilt mouth,
Cursed by her jealousy,
She wore him out.
But still to come,
Was the pain so deep,
When his baby didn't,
Come home to sleep.
All night he fretted,
Not wanting to think,
Of the terrible things,
That made his heart sink
.
Then came that moment
That he had feared,
She told him what,
He didn't want to hear.
And then that was it,
They came to an end,
He'd lost his lover,
He'd lost his friend.
By a re-formed individual with a lot of love to give
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