Naivety Of Youth Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Meet me by the bandstand
I'll be there after eight.
Remembering all the things we've planned,
Oh hun I just can't wait!

I've left a note Its short and sweet
saying that I've gone,
I'm leaving home and off to meet
my love, my number one!

I know i'm young but all the same
I know what's in my heart,
And yes I know he's got a 'name'
but this is our new start

Ok'so he's a little rough
and round the edges frayed,
but I can make him diamond tough,
he loves me - that's the trade.

I have some money that I've saved
we really dont need much.
He's all that I have ever craved,
I live just for his touch

So understand me when I say
we have to leave you all...
We've no choice but to run away..
So please dont write or call!

I'm waiting by the bandstand
Its eleven forty three.
The park's a dark and empty place.
He's forgotten about me..

Is it too late to go back home?
My folks will be real mad.
He really was a no good bum..
Should've listened to my dad

I really thought he loved me tho'..
He told all the girls the same...
I guess I now look pretty dumb..
Now I'm the one who's got a 'name'