Oh dear first love,
Remember just the way
You were my first love,
I too had been your first love.
Oh dearest one who came thrashing over
As if you're too good for me,
As if you won't ever leave,
And left my hand before even holding it.
You know I might be a thing
Who could be a treasure to you all,
If you had only held onto it.
You know you could never afford to have me
Because I had been too good to you,
But still, I made you feel loved and cared for.
As now I'm grown,
I'll let you all live,
But remember the girl
Who tried to fix your hearts
Had been broken by you.
The girl who tried to make you feel special
Had felt herself like a shit
To make you feel good.
The girl who gave most of her
Was the one to whom you gave nothing,
But just expected to take
What you could have.
She's grown now,
Too out of your reach,
Too strong to resist,
Too clever to let people like you in.
Oh beloved ones,
It's been a long time since homecoming,
Hope to never see you all again.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
