I know truth,
First love last not,
It's just a taste,
Of reality.
Bittersweet,
Or innocent,
First love is a forgotten dream,
A causable hope.
I knew it would end soon,
Love is fleeting,
As mid summer's June,
Same as a fading kiss.
Move on I should,
Forget this un-destined love,
But one shall forever hope,
That first love comes with first kiss.
(Feedback and opinions are welcomed.)
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?
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