A story of a boy

I once knew a boy,
Who always made my day,
But who knew I’d have to pay,
To watch him away.

Your last words were,
I’m sorry I’m done,
Be strong little one,
You will be fine,
You will find the right one,
Some point in your life.

Watching you walk out,
Was the hardest thing,
I’ve ever had to do,
But when you said,
I’d find the right one,
I want to know when,
Where is he?
Who is he?

Your last words were,
I’m sorry I’m done,
Be strong little one,
You will be fine,
You will find the right one,
Some point in your life.

Is that boy maybe standing in front,
Of me,
Looking me in the eyes,
Trying to tell me he loves me,
I hope so,
Cuz he’s better than you,
He knows how to treat me.

Your last words were,
I’m sorry I’m done,
Be strong little one,
You will be fine,
You will find the right one,
Some point in your life.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010