I light a lamp
The day I met you
You and me all alone
Only surrounded by walls
The pillars were witnessThey were screaming
With echoes bouncing high
Caveating me to fear
That he is not your man
He doesn't have life
Only a wandering soul
Having lust for life
We had seen him
Years after years
First captivating the hearts
Then letting them to die
That day I didn't listen them
Was involved in the charm of
Most Innocent form of love
My first love ever
He put me behind doors
And let me died
But am still alive
Cherishing my pure love.
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First love... however good or bad..can never be forgotten...!!!!
ReplyDeleteAgree with br!nDle. First love last in the memories forever. This was one poem i liked, because it had element of positivity, of pure love, and cherishign that feeling instead of lashing out for breaking heart and all that stuff. Have been reading you for quiet a while and have noticed your transformation of just scribbling down to turning to poet who write from heart.. Way to go girl ! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is called true love when you don't think anything else n what others are saying but listen only yourself...no worry he always do this things when he wants to give something...well nicely written n keep writing:)
ReplyDeleteAmazing! Deep and very frankly transcribed. :)
ReplyDeleteOh love it can hurt so, but what are we without it...lovely piece
ReplyDeleteNicely written!
ReplyDeleteFirst love is like a fresh rain..soothes the soul and it always stays in heart! :)
Thank you for your words
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Some memories exist with its bitterness and sweetness in equals amounts
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sweet thoughts.
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This is really nice:)
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