My First Sight
Remembering my first love
Is like catching a ball on my glove
Easy to catch it may be
But harder to throw away you will see
It was amazing for while it lasted
Until the day came where everything blasted
Far well I just have to move on
For it was just meant for us not to bond
I know she's not the only for me
But at that time, it was the only thing I would see
Copyright © Mario Marin | Year Posted 2016
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