My Love

Once upon a time, That's how these things are supposed to start, right? New house, Same town, Same bloody street (it's a very, very long street), New neighbours, New boy next door, That's how all these things start, right? There's always a boy, Two years older, But oh, so, right, He makes me laugh, And smile, He's nice, I ask for a dance, I get it, Too shy to ask for another, Convinced it would never work, Too willing to give up the possibility of love, For the sake of my fragile heart, (Stupid overrated organ) Two, too short, classes, He's gone, And I'm left wishing, For things I only can only ever hope for.