starry, starry night;
the first time I laid eyes on you;
everything became alight;
no matter what I do;
you're always on my mind.
fleeting memories — my soul is full of thoughts of you.
oh my love, I see my future;
but oh so fast came the ache and despair;
my thoughts on love had been so unfair.
oh! I thought, how unfortunate;
it was all just temporary — fleeting and ordinary.
it was all just first love for everybody.
— Anastacia
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ANASTACIA
ŞiirA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
