2A/N: Random narrative poem. I think. Not related to me. It's just that, I was saying the line, "The boy she left behind" over and over in my head, and it seemed to make a good poem. I don't know. I've been away from poetry for a while now and I think it's time to get back.
The boy She left behind
She loved him with all her soul
All her heart and all her mind
He was certainly an ideal boy
A one true-of-a-kind
They had no special bond
A love was not there
He gave not an interest
He gave not a care
One day they were separated
She left behind the guy
Who else could take an interest?
None other than I.
I soon saw what She saw
Her thoughts had become mine
When She left, I just had
To fall for the boy She left behind
He had always seemed
To take an interest in me
Even in the days
He was loved by She.
I noticed him catching my eye
Back in the days She was here
But I took no special interest
Until the days She disappeared
What could I do? What could be done?
Could we have a love to last?
Will we work out? Does he still love me?
Am I thinking way too fast?
Would She be happy
If She found about this love?
Or would She cry, scream,
Hurt, push, shove?
I may never know
For She is impossible to find.
I guess I'll keep, I guess I'll love
The boy She left behind.