The First Time's Special, Right?
The first time I saw you
was nothing special.
A glance in the hallway,
no second thought.
The first time we walked home
was nothing special.
Hello, goodbye,
see you tomorrow.
The first time I kissed you
was nothing special.
A peck on the lips,
up against my mother's car.
The first time I danced with you
was nothing special.
Freshman Homecoming,
next to my boyfriend.
The first time we make love
will be special.
It took four years,
and now I'm yours.
The first time I met you
was nothing special.
I was stupid then.
I'm better now.
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