My first love.
I met my first love when I was just 14
in my small little world he made me feel seen
he was loud, he was naughty, he was the known class clown
he was my drug, my world, he never let me frown
every now and again somewhere or something will reminds me of us
electric bikes, Thailand, ANYTHING FISHING he'd love to discuss
Siam Park, The Vine, under aged drinking at Bath Tav
i'm so grateful for what we were and every memory we have
after years as a due, laughing to our core
we realised our love for one another was now as friends
and our romance was no more
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