my first love
Young and naive, without understanding
Little did he know he’d be in to deep
She fell for him hard, her heart expanding
But the promise he made, he would not keep
A promise made and a promise broken
She looked for hope in his dark dreamy eyes
Her fear of such lies remained unspoken
Yet all she could see were his bold face lies
The promise of I love you was not seen
Eyes filled with saddness fell a single tear
A bond she thought lasting between a teen
To love again would be her greatest fear.
She saw that love had made a great mistake
Because one like hers would be hard to fake
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