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It was the coldest night of the year even though it was May, The First of May to be correct, the night I'll never forget.

I was young only 20 of my years.That night would be the start of my tears,even not knowing my pain would be growning.

The man of my dreams, or so it seems, took my life that night, what a fright. When he was done having his fun, he took me home I'm alone.

The very next day I went to school with not a clue of what he knew. When I got home exited from the day, that's when he took my heart away.

I called him up not a fret, his voice not the same as before. He sounded hard and angry like I did something wrong, then with four little words what we had was gone, "WE NEED TO TALK".

He told me I was wrong my parents were wrong. I thought why, why what did I do, what a fool.

Dazed and confused I went to bed with thoughts in my head of how we were dead. The next day I called, advice from a friend.

He explained, more excuses galore. But no more what a bore me pining and whining for four years or more.Now I have a love that won't go away so I have to say you can't hurt me anymore.