an ode to my first love

the First Girl I ever Loved

was Smart. and Funny. and Beautiful.

She was tall. and skinny.

with long, dark, Flowing hair that Caressed her Waist.

she was something straight out of a Dream.

Or maybe a nightmare. I often can't tell the two apart.

 

But for all the Times that I looked into her eyes

I somehow Never noticed that they Were Black.

and Dark. and Cryptic. and Piercing.

perhaps I Looked at her with Naivety.

Or maybe a Willful Ignorance. I often can't tell the two apart.

 

the love itself was Short-Lived.

it was passionate. and Fiery. and Toxic.

the feelings I Once held have Long since Deaparted.

Swiftly Replaced by Hate. and Anger. and resentment.

but Sometimes, I still look Back on those days with a fondness.

Or maybe a Bitterness. I often can't tell the two apart.

 

This was my first attempt at writing poetry. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

 

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