I met my first loveAt the sidewalk
Of the street.
his eyes
capture
my heart
a pinch of
his smile
that turns
into happiness.
he feed my mind
of his
Sweet thoughts,
and sugar talks.
But in the end,
the
laugh
was gone-
the sweetness
turned
into bitterness
when he refused
to stay with me.
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SEASON TO FALL [Memoir Series #1] ✅
PoetryWe fall, every season. We love, who they are. We lose, because the hope lost. -Ristin 🍁