My First Love
The healing of a wound that goes beneath the skin and the pain
Endless amount like a knife has forced itself deep down
Reality of not having the one you love
Endless amount of tears shed while holding my pillow at night grasping for you
only to find you not here
Memories instead ofdreams thatcould have come true
Endless nights looking at the phone hoping that you would call
Knowing that I used to walk with the pain everystep I took
Baring the fact that I lost us and sooner or later that our love would slip away
Endless amount of compromise and fresh new starts
I can write this knowing you were my first love maybe not my true love
I can also feel that stamp on my heart that would never let me love another man
the way that I loved you
The only man I thought I would have ever truely loved..
Huh....
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