At Long Last

I stared into the eyes of my long lost love,

Then I stared at the sky that loomed up above.

I opened my mouth to talk to that boy,

but he knew that it was a decoy.

I wanted to tell him about all the things,

The things that happened... about that ring.

But instead of telling him right then and there,

I pulled out my hand for him to share.

I stood there, with a wandering mind,

and I looked away because of time,

I said, 'I gotta go,' but his hands still held mine,

and before you know it, I committed a crime.

By kissing the lips of that cute little guy,

and took off the ring, and tried not to cry,

because I knew that my heart was going to be,

with the boy up in that little old tree.


The End

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