M pt. 1

Your smooth long black hair, And your cute little all-bark-no-bite glare. You were something that I'd never seen And I cry to think of what we could have been. You told me you liked me, I said that I did too If only I could have known what we would go through. The stories, the laughs, the games, the plans. I have everything to be the first to hold your hands. We traded journals to know each other better, To think that it all started with a letter... Like turned into love, from love it went to lust. I grew too obsessed and gave you all my trust. One day I hope I'll know That kind of love I gave, the kind that grows.