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Perfect First...

A first love My first love He was perfect More handsome then the shining sun Eyes clearer then the skies Hair cocoa colored perfection Freckles ever so light high on his cheek Jaw set, yet soft Smile; the kind that makes you melt A first love My first love He was perfect Until he rips you apart Spits in your face Hands back every ounce of love you gave Never looks back Leaving you bleeding, clutching your side for a breath Tears streaming down your face, vision gone blurry A first love My first love He was perfect He made me suffer But you can never have love Without that perfect first...

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Date: 3/20/2009 2:27:00 PM
Yes, Jen, that first love prepares you well for those who follow. The feelings you describe capture well the sadness experienced when your "first" love ends.
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