She left on a Thursday night
Without warning
Or even a note.
My lovely Lottie
Had left me.
I still remember
The first time I saw her
And she was in the crowd
Of my soccer game.
I had just missed
A fatal shot
And I was utterly distraught
When I saw her face.
Just the sight of her
Was enough to make me
Forget about my mistakes
And look forward to the future.
She had long silky brown hair
That was pulled back
With a headband
And lively blue eyes
That I wanted to melt in.
Yes, the first time I saw
Charlotte Franklin
I knew that winning her
Was too good to be true
Because she would
One day
Leave me anyway.
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this one's going to be sad too oops