To the One I Lost Poetry Contest

We became us, me and Pascal Perhaps slightly out with my rationale But I was 18, prone to cause a fuss Me and Pascal, we became us Difficult goth girl, RPG devotee Liked the same rock club you see It felt so nice to give love a whirl RPG devotee, difficult goth girl I was his beauty, we planned our life It was agreed we'd be man and wife Though I was underclass and his mum snooty We planned our life, I was his beauty He played games, night and day I graduated, he frittered time away Completely gone were original flames Night and day, he played games Though he was very bright, he lost direction I still blame his mum on reflection At 23 didn't want to sit in every night He lost direction, though he was very bright We've lost touch, though I think of him For years after he was like my phantom limb 5 formative years, isn't nothing much Though I think of him, we've lost touch