My Manchester boy
I remember the first day I saw you,
The blonde-haired boy with the ocean blue eyes,
A lob sided grin and tan skin,
I was never much a girl for Manchester boys,
That was until I met you and my heart skipped a beat in joy,
He’s smart, Athletic and funny,
Though we’ve never talked i know his favourite colour and the way he likes his hair,
And as I stare at the sun I think of him the bright boy who I wish calls my name,
Instead he has another girl
Prettier skinnier curvier perfect in everyway,
His eyes crinkle in awe as he looks down at the model tucked close to his side,
And as he leans down to kiss her their eyes never break contact,
They share a love that I couldn’t possibly ever compete with,
A couple everyone dreams over,
Wishing for a relationship like theirs,
And as I look up at the sun I think of him,
The boy who makes me smile every time my eyes lock on his,
Though he never talks or even acknowledges me,
I still fall in love with that Manchester boy,
My Manchester boy.
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