They say
the first love is the most important.
That's very romantic
but it's not the case with me.
There was something between us yet there wasn't.
It transpired and expired.
My hands don't tremble,
when I stumble upon small mementos
......
Falling in love was like falling down the stairs
Each stair had her name on it
And he went bouncing down each one like a tongue-tied
lunatic
One day of loving her was an ordinary year
He transformed her into what he wanted
And the scent from her
Was the best scent in the world
Fifteen he was fifteen
Each night he dreamed of her
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To my first love,
I've loved you since I was just 13,
When I heard your voice, my heart was keen.
Memories of our time together,
Still bring me joy, no matter the weather.
But guilt weighs heavy on my mind,
For what happened to us, so unkind,
I tried my best to prevent our fall,
But you still have a place in my heart, after all.
......
In the dreary Girona of my seven-year-old self,
where postwar shop-windows
wore the greyish hue of scarcity,
the knife-shop was a glitter
of light in small steel mirrors.
Pressing my forehead against the glass,
I gazed at a long, slender clasp-knife,
beautiful as a marble statue.
Since no one at home approved of weapons,
I bought it secretly, and, as I walked along,
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You know when I want to kiss you the most?
The feeling when you are outside on a summers evening, right before a summer rain.
When the clouds are filling up the sky and the light is kind of yellow.
The air is slowly clearing up, it is getting fresher while I look into your honey eyes.
You smile, and as I feel your lips and the first raindrops touching me, there is this unconditional feeling of luck starting to appear in my heart and radiates through my whole body.
My knees are getting weak, rain is bashing all around us and there is this smell of summer rain
And you
......
Even as a child I found the mysteries more
fascinating than the facts – the notion that
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon once existed
opened wide my mind’s eye and sent me off
on the surf of curiosity out to where the
imagination bobbles loose on the rip tide of
dreams – facts numbed my senses and made
me howl to escape the orthodoxy of formulae
to wander out to where science meets magic,
out to where unknowns lace our knowledge
......
A thousand and thirty days,
Since I first felt that spark—
The butterflies, the rush,
The excitement lighting up the dark.
We shared the simplest things,
A laugh, a smile, a late-night call,
And in those moments, in the quiet,
We had everything, after all.
They say, "How can you miss
......
my one embarrassment; i hate you.
i hate the way even the thought of you made my heart stutter,
the way you made me think life is better as two.
how the thought of that made me misstep, blushing at my blunder.
i hate you wholeheartedly,
even though it hurts a bit to say,
regardless if it was because of something said belatedly,
and that i was the one who had to pay.
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Seconds slash sadness,
moments melt.
Consumed by time
fallen faces fade… aside from hers
Salted streams shower sweetest smiles,
enshrined in aged eyes.
Tortured tongue longs the kiss,
matured in lips of memory.
......
To my first love,
I've loved you since I was just 13,
When I heard your voice, my heart was keen.
Memories of our time together,
Still bring me joy, no matter the weather.
But guilt weighs heavy on my mind,
For what happened to us, so unkind,
I tried my best to prevent our fall,
But you still have a place in my heart, after all.
......