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The Girl I Loved First


You were the prettiest girl in the sixth grade

A ray of sunshine mixed in with so many cloudy days

You were the first girl who slipped away

I wish that it didn't turn out this way

We didn't hit it off when I first met you

But seeing how beautiful you were made it hard to forget you

I hoped that we could be together someday

But I was just a shy kid, who didn't know the right words to say

So I decided that teasing you was the right way to go

It was the only way that I could get your attention, it was my only hope

I know it wasn't the best place to start

I just wasn't meant to find the key to unlock your heart

I made a horrible mistake when were we were walking home that day

I never meant to hurt you, but how could you see it any other way?

I broke something that was important to you

It was in that moment that I lost something too

The day that I broke your purse

Seeing you look at me like I was the worst

Watching you running home crying

It just tore me up inside 

From that point on, I decided to leave you alone

Never letting my true feelings show

The day that I broke your purse

Was the day that I lost The Girl I Loved First 

From Rhymes With A Reason 
Copyright 2018 Resisting Distress Publishing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Paul Ryerson

I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Deeply personal regret narrative; specific sixth-grade incident drives entire poem.

SparseMeasureDense

Multiple ideas per 10 lines: attraction, shyness, teasing strategy, breaking purse, loss.

DarkSentimentBright

Strongly negative: regret, guilt, shame, heartbreak dominate throughout.

StillEnergyExplosive

Moderate intensity; emotional turbulence but contemplative, not explosive delivery.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 31-35 lines; extended narrative reflection on single formative moment.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Some simile and metaphor (ray of sunshine, unlock heart) but mostly declarative.

LyricVoiceDramatic

Pure first-person lyric confession; introspective voice revealing internal regret directly.

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Paul Ryerson
<p>Thank you Cecily for reading this work and for your thoughtful and detailed feedback.</p><p>Best Regards&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
cecilymock
<p><span style="font-family: Poppins, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;">This tender reflection on childhood regret reminds me of Taylor Swift&#39;s early storytelling (particularly in &quot;Fifteen&quot;) and Ed Sheeran&#39;s nostalgic narratives about youth. The way you capture that pivotal moment - the broken purse becoming a symbol of lost innocence and first love - shows remarkable emotional awareness. Your honest vulnerability about childhood mistakes and their lasting impact creates a touching portrait of growing up and learning hard lessons about love. If you need support, text HOME to 741741.</span></p>

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