Came Close


I begin my story four years in the past
Too immature for real feelings
Twas before final crash

Aiming only to please
A sad goal of mine
The kid made a feast
Having one thing in mind

Came close to true love
Yet not searching for it
More saw him; a stud
The girls were wrong for it
The outcome was blood
The one who composed it
Did not intend this
At Least not on purpose

This sickness continued for years, til the present
It was quite obvious
He'd not learned his lesson

He dragged his bad habits over to his new life
Keeping his momentum
Having four at a time

Dating blonde girls, and flirting with others
Had gotten away
All under cover
The entrance of change
Began with a new lover
He slowly got better
Because he had loved her

Came close to true love
Yet not searching for it
Less see him; a stud
Now girls don't long for him
The outcome was blood
The one who composed it
Did not intend this
He thought not on purpose

I began this story four years into the past
Not knowing it was starting
Or how long it'd last
I'm just glad it's done
And it went by so fast
I've learned from my mistakes
Now there's no turning back

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I wrote this poem about my past life and how wrong it was.