I wrote this over the past couple of weeks... don't worry, it's not quite as autobiographical as it sounds...
I can’t help wondering how you are
Or imagining how you feel
I try to stop my mind in its track
But it only has one rail
I struggle to erase my thoughts
As they race through the days gone by
I close my eyes and they’re all right there
as clear as today sometimes
Tromping and rummaging through my head
All The Memories of your face
Sensations I will never forget
How I felt in your embrace
I wasn’t made for goodbyes
Forever is written within me
although our ever after has passed
my first love you’ll always be
1 comment:
Love it, Stoosh! And although I know it's not totally autobiographical, it's TRUE that those "first loves" always have a weird little corner of our heart.
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