Dear First Love,
They told me I write a lot about you.
About the way you walk and talk.
About how passionate you are.
About your brown eyes.
I admit I write a lot about you.
Not to mention that,
Mention that I miss having you around.
I tried to stop missing you,
But it’s like a battle that has no end.
And I did tried to stop loving you,
But it’s like a human without a heart.
Waiting for you to love me,
was like waiting for the rain on a desert.
Why did I love you so deeply?
Was it because you turn my pain,
My pain into a poetry?
Why can’t I let you go?
Is it because you are my art,
My art that I keep in my words.
Or is it because you help me find myself?
Either way love, you got me.
I will always love you,
will always love you.
Sincerely Your Lover.