His Name Was Bobby

His name was Bobby.
Angelic eyes; light blue.
Nothing like anyone I had ever seen 
Blonde hair
Odd for a boy I thought
Giggled better than me

I was completely smitten
He was smitten too
With Joyce, another blonde angel
Sweet girl whom I immediately decided to not like
in any way

He did not know I was alive
Could not tell me apart from my identical twin
I tried, but it did not work.
My love went to the other side quickly
He whom I had loved and dreamed about
I now hated with a passion

It is odd how you can go from love to hate
when you are in kindergarten.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mcferran Avatar
March 21, 2019 at 10:47 PM
Adorable- and GREAT ending!! ;D
Krutsinger Avatar
March 22, 2019 at 6:15 AM
I will take a bit of a bow for this one.
Kiser Avatar
March 21, 2019 at 1:13 PM
You caught me by surprise with that ending.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 21, 2019 at 8:21 PM
Truly I was hoping to do that - I moved my age PURPOSEFULLY to the very end from the middle, sneaking my attack.
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