A girls side of the story on wanting this boy she can't have.

My heart thumped in my chest,

It wanted to break free,

This was the first time I saw him,

Lying there on the sand,

Thinking about tomorrow,

If there would be a tomorrow,

It broke my heart to see him with her,

My heart slows.


She had it all,

Money, looks, him,

What did I have?

I could have ended it,

I could have stopped fighting,

For what I truly believed was mine.


Tomorrow will be different I repeated.

Somehow this line got me through it,

My mind got over him,

My heart will never recover.


I met another,

Not the same I told myself,

It was the best I could hope for.

I lived on,

Life went on.

Tomorrow came and went..

The End

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