First Love
Tongue tied, playing the fool
That day I met you, by the pool
First I splashed you, when I jumped in
Not the right way, for me to begin
Then again, I'm only Seven
You're grown up, I think you're Eleven
You gave me that look, a terrible glare
You had spent hours, working on your hair
I shrugged my shoulders, spashed you again
You said "you idiot, why are you such a pain?"
My friends all laughed, they thought I was cool
When you started crying, I felt like a tool
Romance never happened, there was another guy
He came and grabbed me, punched me in the eye
You said to stop it, he's just a little squirt
The punch not so bad, but the comment really hurt
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2012
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