Sheena A Moore Poet Ode

Love note stained

Here is a romantic love poem based on the specific situation provided, blending the dark narrative of the lyrics with the requested sweetly nostalgic tone of a first crush.




To My First Crush




I remember you in the school cafeteria,
Where the neon lights hummed like a distant prayer.
We traded glances over plastic trays,
In those innocent, Manhattan-style days.
You were the candy that I couldn't afford,
A secret treasure that my heart adored.




I sold my soul just to hold your hand,
A foolish bargain I didn't understand.
Now I wait by the phone booth in my mind,
Hoping for a love I left behind.
You took every dollar of my youthful trust,
And left me buried in the cafeteria dust.




Jesus is in heaven, but you were my saint,
Before the world made me learn restraint.
My poppa’s in the graveyard, my momma’s far away,
Praying for the words I never dared to say.
I missed the ride at the fair that day with you,
Now I can't get it back—no, I can't get it through.




So I’ll ride out on the beltway of my dreams,
Where nothing is as bad as it seems.
I won't let them take this memory back,
No, they won't get it—no, they won't get it back.
It was a candygram from a life unknown,
The sweetest sin I’ve ever known.

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