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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My brother brought George home one day, I heard their bikes rumbling and roaring loud; and then he was standing in my driveway, he was a GOD in black leather, a real bad boy. It was at that moment, I fell in love, and the sky became clouded. The next day he came looking for me, and we went roaring on his big black bike; and soon against advice, we began to date, soon, I moved in- but he had a dark secret. I loved him so much, he was perfect, I chose not to see the drinking and bad temper; he had a charm and had me chained, with his kisses and words, I was soon his slave. I lost myself somewhere in this love, and I was falling into a pit. Ashamed to admit my mistake at first love, one day, he broke my nose and I crawled home; in my parents arms I found myself again, because of him I lost everything, my job, my money. But he was not finished with me yet, he charmed his way back. Again I was trapped in this tragic love, he said he needed me and I thought I needed him; I loved him with all my heart and soul. then one day, it happened he was gunned down. His secret- he was in a bike gang, a motorcycle gang deadly. It took time but I emerged from the nightmare, that was my first love, I learned my lessons well; but for all the awful things that happened, I find myself sad when I recall my poor lost George. And still I bring him red roses often, to his lonely, unloved grave. ---------- October 2, 2016 ---------- Narrative For the contest, First Love sponsor, Frank Herrera First Place
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