The first, the start
(2017)
I got home, the outreach program was done;
My close friend invited me eat;
Then later she was gone;
Would I go there or not?
Do I affirm or decline?
But, somehow I said “Yes”,
To myself, I inclined…
My manly cousin came, riding a two wheeled red vehicle;
With someone who’s stranger;
He’s cute, do I need to tell?;
Thus we fastly arrive,
And the green trees appeared on my sight;
The chuckling ducks and chirping birds were pure;
They are all white…
We ate tasteful spaghettie;
It made me cried, a tear;
Near on the basketball court,
That made me a little fear,
You carelessly played and threw the ball,
Even though I’m near on the ring;
The tendency is up, you accidentally hit me;
My food swayed like a swing…
You whispered,
Insincere sorry;
Im okay, really okay;
You don’t need to worry;
They invited me
To play punching ball;
I decided to join, for my anger to fall…
Days have passed, someone texted me, that was an unknown number,
Hi I’m *******, can we text?
He just sent on phone;
Now, I know your name;
Your name is the one to blame,
My anger is now for you,
And for my cousin, to feel little shame…
Where on the part of the earth,
Does he got my number?
I hurriedly asked myself,
My silent vice to utter;
Like what I’ve said,
My cousin gave it to him;
Do I need to feel mad?
It only seems like a little thing…
My listeners, My listeners,
Look at me like there's no other;
I just want all of you to know that,
That was the first; the first thing that matters;
The first to occur the interaction; the first to saw him with no interruption;
The first meet and greet;
The first of my uncertain impression…
But guess what, who and when;
I think you all know who’s im talking about and then,
At then was a stranger; but now a special creature;
At then was only anonymous;
But now, a known courageous;
At then, we ignored ourselves;
But now, we love and cherish each other…
Now, let’s talk about now,
Not about the past;
The red string of mine,
Knotted on you will last;
I know you care;
I know you love me;
I wish you do not think of terms of “you” but, terms of we…
The persona on my prayers, really came true;
A present from glorious him,
Above the clear sky blue;
Down there on earth,
Our life was tricky and silly;
We are too far from the ending,
Yet too close to the second chapter of my story…
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