The Girl Who Loved Me

note: this is not my poem, this is from the book Take Me There by Carolee Dean

There was a girl who loved me,

her eyes aquamarine.

I used to dream I'd swim in them,

that sea of blue and green.

She didn't care about my past,

or the trouble i've seen.

But in the end she walked away,

one lonely, desperate summerday.

There was nothing more for her to say,

once she knew I had betrayed

her with my pitiful disguise.

There was just too many lies.

Too much deceit had come between

me and the girl who loved me,

when

       I was

             seventeen.