i remember the first time,
we're fooling around
with friends laughing out loud,
you called me naive.
so i laughed at you,
asked you if you knew
what it means to call someone,
with such naivety.
and you told me what it meant,
as i feigned innocence,
for i know what it means.
so i wonder,
will you still call me naive?
when at some point in the future,
where i finally gather the courage and confess.
how are you going to react as i tell you,
who is the one in love with you?
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Bittersweet
PoetryAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
