Firsts
But how can I forget
my firsts childhood memories?
My first walk, my first try.
First fall and first cry.
My first wound, my first take.
First bruise and first break.
How can I forget them,
when they remind me
of my first heartache, too?
My first everything;
you.
YOU ARE READING
Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
