commercail planes and country life

the boy i met this summer, lives in boston, and he went home today, and it finally hit when i called him to see how his flight went.

her breathing grows faint, as she finally realizes

today was the day he left, for where he calls him

her heart resides on her sleeve, throbing just a little

one side a little swallon, where it took a beating

 

his voice clams her new bruise, until she connects what will happen

he's a thousand miles away, and 2 hours ahead

he has a life in the city, she has a forced life in a little country town

he'll have friends, school, and a life to tend to

she'll have finding college, pleasing parents, and friends, and making a new life to work on

 

one call every so often, will satisfie [sp] her thirst for his voice

his tender words, that make her heart go to medium rare

the throbing intenifies as his lips linger on hers

todays the day she realizes, he left it all behind, when he went home

and one day they'll meet again, and things won't be the same, like she hopes they will

Author's Note

capalization, bad punication, and misspelled word