You were my first love.
Though you weren't mine.
You will forever be in my mind.
Now where's my love?
Maybe I should just get rid of,
the vicious circle in my heart,
always wishing for us not to be apart.
Growing tired of the waves,
my mind and soul feel like slaves.
Imprisoned by your decision,
maybe we will never have the same vision.
Maybe all I need is a fresh start,
staying by your side wasn't all that smart.
Your eyes will never see what mine do,
before it even started we were through.
So many "maybe's" and not many knowing thoughts,
maybe that's why my throat is tied into knots.
You were my first love,
but it's time to dispose of,
the vicious circle in my heart,
always wishing for us not to be apart.
©️ TrueTrizz
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White Lies • a decade's diary
PoetryAbout the girl I used to be, am currently and will be in the future. • » Look in the mirror and you'll see me clearer « • white lie noun plural noun: white lies a harmless or trivial lie, especially one told to avoid hurting someone's feelings.
