My story

We all love someone,
At least I do,
I'm pretty sure,
you love someone too.

This is my story,
not too short, not to long.
This story,
made me strong.

I met him at school,
he was fifteen.
I though I was going to die,
He's the pretties man I have ever seen.

He had many friends,
He's a macho man.
In class I spoke to him once.
That is where it began.

After a while,
We started to date.
I was sure,
This was fate.

We went different places,
saw different things.
He was like an angel,
I swore I could see his wings.

But I was wrong,
An angel he was not,
One night,
Me he forgot.

He left,
he never said goodbye,
I soon realized,
It had all been a lie.

Thats my story,
Not to short not to long,
For some reason,
this story, made me strong.