My First Real Love
My First Real Love
We were in college
partying hardy
the weekends of lore
fun, fun galore
there was always kegs of beer
and newfound deer
that loved to buck
any kind of schmuck
the music's great
head over heels fete
balloons fill the passage
of horses and carriages
we were young and wild
with very few moments mild
I look back now and smile
at my new found fawn's guile
she taught me to salute
as dear buck shoots
we were together in chorus
in the deep, deep forest
long story short
my little fawn had to abort
the seeds of destiny
and any further ecstasy ...
i cried
those were the days
where college life, falls and lays
there goes a fawn, so cute, and blind
i cry now as to why she left me behind ...
i still cry
connie pachecho
2/11/17
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