She may not have been my first everything,
Not my first kiss,
Nor my First time;
But she was definitely my first real love,
And she will always have a hold on me
One that nobody else's grip will compare.
She was also my first real heartbreak.
Yet all the while she seems to be the only one
Who truly knows how to mend it.
My beating heart yearns for her affection
My soul begs to dance with hers once more.
Because even though she's in my life
As my friend, not lover,
My every ounce of my being craves her
And that's a first.
Because the love of a first love is a love that will forever change yet grow all the same.
She still means more than anything in the world to me,
And I will forever continue to love her,
But in the way she needs me to love her;
However she doesn't know how seriously, or deeply I mean those three small words,
But those three little words will forever
Hold the truest of meanings with her
Because she is my first.
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Life's poetry
PoetryPoetry is a form of expression that allows my soul to speak. This is my collection of poems that talk about life, love, heartbreak, death, and any other experience that I've faced in my life.
