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The First
Contributed by
BloodyTearDrops
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Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 05:48:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
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My first...
Wow it's sounds so strange to say that.
Sad to say it but he was my first,
The one I first loved.
I think it is funny how you remember your first,
Not your seconds or thirds.
I only remember one first with him,
That is he was my first love.
He was never my first love's kiss,
He was not the frist one to call me beautiful.
But he was the first to tell me he wanted to marry me,
The first to see me as Chelesy and not some big breasted chick.
He was not the first one I danced with,
Or the first to hold my hand.
He was the first to play footsie with me,
The first to ask me out.
He was not the first to hurt me,
The first who said he'd always be there.
He is the first to say I love you,
He was the first guy I meant it to.
He is not the first to make me cry all night,
Or the first to put me in depression.
He is the first to make me like him for three years,
The first person I think about in the morning...and that last at night.
He's not the first to make me punch my walls,
Not the first to call me a bad person...or evil.
But he is the first and only to hold me,
The first and only I will Never forget.
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2006-03-29 17:48:21]
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Re: The First
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by romance_pyro on
Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 09:33:42 PM AEST
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| Wow Awesome poem. It feeled really deep. I know its really hard to let go of that special someone but we all have to move on. Good job |
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Re: The First
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by Lilly-Quill on
Thursday, 13th April 2006 @ 06:07:13 PM AEST
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Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman, but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.
~*Romantically alluring and brilliant*~!
~Lilly-Quill |
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