I've been thinking a lot about you these days.
My memories have been taking hold of my dreams.
My first love, as my memories say, was one who got away.
Maybe it was a case of the right person wrong places.
Who knows what my dreams are now.
But if I think back, you were great.
My favorite love stories destroyed by mistakes.
Still when I reminisce.
It's your kiss that had me in bliss.
Wether it was my lips or my neck, yours were the best.
So many things come later, but I wished it had been with you first.
But who can say what would have happened.
I'd never been so hated by others for occupying your heart.
Endless list of people who wanted between us.
I was too shy to complain or believe in myself, so I caved.
Why would someone like me deserve anything.
The thing I help dear were always stripped from me, so I expected it.
In the end I learned who my true friends were.
I learn more about what I couldn't except.
But in true, things could have been better if I had the words.
Back then I crumble under fear, I didn't know how to confided in others.
Always asking the wrong ears, leaving so much unsaid.
My first love, was the one I let go, sometimes I wonder.
What might happen if we met again.
-BM
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Late night poet - A Fantasy Realm
PoetryA Fantasy Realm - Part Five. Our sweet little poet is lost in a daydream, falling down rabbit holes, a clash with fame, the story goes on. - I hope you have been enjoying the "Late night poet" collection.
