What Was Your First Love Like? (Poem #27)

My first love was like a bottle of wine
It has always been good for the heart
but it messed up my mind
after a while

My first love was like a roller coaster ride
all the time I knew I had to get off
but then I keep my grip tight
with a huge smile even though I know
I shouldn’t have gotten in it in the first place

And lastly,
my first love was like a corpse on the ground
and although my true love made sure
it has been buried deep
I still have nights where I stay awake
wondering when it will rise to visit.

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Eva Harmoni

There was one night when the rain poured so hard, and i didn't want it to stop. Weird, because i was afraid and amused by the sound of the rain and thunder. The sound of it made me less alone that night. The next day i woke up to find my collection of journals soaked. I keep it near the window to make sure no one could read it. The writings can still be read but i was devastated by the damage. I wanted it preserved but i don't want it published. Still amused by the rain but afraid of the wrath it could bring to my journals, i created this blog.

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