First love

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    First love

    Your first love means so much,
    its so hard to get over.
    and when its gone, but your still trying to hold onto it
    it hurts, nothing is the same ever agian

    your hear a song or two and breakdown,
    cause it reminds you of all those special times
    and as the memories come ruching in,
    you cry wishing it would just go back to how it was

    remembering that one special moment,
    of your first kiss
    will make you cry more, cause it was so special
    it was special only because he made it that way
    out there at the park on the bench in front of the creek
    was the most important memory to me

    but now i end this poem with sadness because it just hurts too much thinking about my first love Sean Patrick Lewis.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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