everyone has a story

Everyone has a story,
None of them are the same,
They all have a twist,
Each one has a different line.

My story is not,
The typical story,
It started with my heart in a knot,
Then a boy came along,
And loosened it,
And held it in his hands,
As I melted,
It ended with a kiss,
Upon our lips.

Love may be in all stories,
But the only the girls,
Have the courage to tell it,
Some boys just don’t believe it.

My story is not,
The typical story,
It started with my heart in a knot,
Then a boy came along,
And loosened it,
And held it in his hands,
As I melted,
It ended with a kiss,
Upon our lips.

There’s always a boy,
In my story,
He’s different each time,
He’s one of a kind.

My story is not,
The typical story,
It started with my heart in a knot,
Then a boy came along,
And loosened it,
And held it in his hands,
As I melted,
It ended with a kiss,
Upon our lips.

Hun you are in my story,
It’s about time too,
I have loved you for the longest time,
I love you.

My story is not,
The typical story,
It started with my heart in a knot,
Then a boy came along,
And loosened it,
And held it in his hands,
As I melted,
It ended with a kiss,
Upon our lips.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010