A story about a boy
Down this dusty dry track,
There is a boy waiting for me.
He has a smile that every girl wants,
And owns all the land your eyes can see.
This boy is perfect, or so people think.
He is extremely good looking,
he has to organise his days by booking.
This boy has everything,
Except for a heart.
He doesn't care for anyone,
And doesn't care if he breaks someone apart.
But then i came into this town.
And i was only new.
I was his next target.
If only he had one clue.
He came up to me in safeway one night,
And whispered in my ear,
That i was so sexy
'follow me, my dear'
I smiled when he complimented me,
shivered when he touched me,
But as soon as he wanted a kiss,
It was time for him to see.
I told him to back off
and that he was just a jerk.
I told him i hated guys like him,
But this didn't work.
He still tried to kiss me,
And touch me in places,
But i've met many guys like him before,
And i've learnt how to handle these cases.
I kicked him in a place no guy wants to be,
And he fell to the ground.
I told him he would never get me,
then walked off into the night without a sound.
His ego was crushed,
As the whole town saw this scene,
The boys laughed,
And the girls thought it was mean.
He tried many times after this,
To get me to like him.
But i'm not interested in wealth
Or what they win.
I was different to all other girls,
And this made him fall in love.
All of a sudden his money couldn't get him something,
And so he prayed to above.
He prayed that he could become a better person,
In hope that i would notice.
He prayed that he could see the error in his ways,
So that he could get just one kiss.
Soon he stopped using all the girls,
And helped his dad at work,
He became hard working,
And was always covered in dirt.
He now worked for what he got,
And soon he felt different.
He now felt a new happiness,
something that stuck.
The whole town saw him change,
And soon people started to follow his lead,
And the whole town transformed,
Into a community without greed.
this is a story about a boy
I was sitting at the bar one night,
And he came and sat down.
He gave me a note,
And finally took off his crown.
The note said to meet him at the end of this dirty track,
and that he had something he needed to say,
And so here i am,
Wondering if i should go, or stay.
he said to me,
And that he is sorry.
This boy is now a man,
And hopefully live happily,
I have changed his whole life,
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