Nate

a poem i wrote about my cowboy boo.

Nate I long to be your friend to love you & be yours until the end.

but you hate my guts and make me cry me hurt and want to die.

I was always nice to you I was always there, but its obvious now that you didn't care.

I thought you were my cowboy I thought you were my boo, I thought cupid shot his arrow but away from us he flew.

so now i don't trust men and ill prolly always be alone, cuz there's something about me men cant condone