I always forget I had my first
Kiss, when I saw it coming but never did
Embrace, when my mind lagged behind
Date, when I was awkward and unsure
All of it fades into a memory
Slotted away with useless things
And slowly, I learn
—as time passes and I grew older
More unsure and sure about love—
I never had love
Those few consecutive moments
Didn't carve a mark on my heart
My walls were still all up
And I didn't know... anything
It was more than just not having fireworks
It wasn't knowing him
So maybe I can't cross those moments out
But I'll fold them away, into the library of the lost
And ready myself for a real first
With real love
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Allusions of Life // Poetry
PoesíaThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
