My First Love
The first time I saw him I was smitten,
he wore black leather;
and in nice weather.
That day our destiny was written,
my heart he held tight;
all through that long night.
I was a captive to his stare hypnotic;
it was sensual, surreal and erotic.
Oh, how he broke this . . . girl.
I was innocent and he, my first love,
and I got swept up;
drinking from his cup.
He was the restless hawk and I, the dove,
his voice my haven:
his hair so raven.
I did not see that I had lost all my friends:
and family- and on him my life depends.
Oh, how he broke this . . . girl.
His kisses could be sweet and turn cruel,
and often they hurt;
and I felt like dirt.
He was the king and I was his jewel,
yet, his words held me;
but my soul said flee.
I needed to abandon this dreadful hell,
this deep chasm I was in like a jail cell;
I did- yet a piece of him will always dwell.
oh, how he broke this girl,
but could not break this . . . pearl.
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May 8, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/My First Love
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1020-540-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Garinage Contest
sponsor, Gregory R. Barden
Third Place
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