Angels Of the City
A friend asked me to name a place I loved the most.
I remember my first love like a heart remembers to beat
A beautiful girl with golden brown hair and eyes of the ocean
She gently touched the little box and smiled
An elegant diamond necklace with a heart in the middle
A beautiful girl with golden brown hair and eyes of the ocean
She pulled away as quickly as she entered my life
An elegant diamond necklace with a heart in the middle
That cracked unevenly in half
She pulled away as quickly as she entered my life
A terribly wonderful love, preserved in time no one could touch
That cracked unevenly in half
Like the necklace, first love was impossible to replicate
A terribly wonderful love, preserved in time no one could touch
She gently touched the little box and smiled
Like the necklace, first love was impossible to replicate
I remember my first love like a heart remembers to beat
The beginning to the end of a chapter in my life
We were the young loves that our older selves now reminisce about
My first love, filled perfectly with our childhood innocence
I replied to the friend “The city- of Angels, where I loved the most.”
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