Rewriting you.

Fri, 07/25/2014 - 00:21 -- DaySea

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They say you spend your whole life rewriting the first poem you ever loved.

With you, my dear, you were my first poem.

I remember the way I said I loved you, I remember the way you shrugged.

The way my heart was stolen.

By you; my lover, my life, you taught me love.

I remember the way you smiled at me, your skin was as soft as Dove.

 

Alas; they said your first love never lasts

And neither did this one, as I was your first too.

We just drifted away, took different paths.

You stopped talking to me, and I figured that was my que.

My que to leave, to stray, to forget.

Yet you never ended up being something I would regret.

 

And so I had to learn to get along.

Without you, of course, it was so hard.

I felt like a loner, I felt like I didn't belong.

Anywhere, to be exact, and maybe that's why I became a bard.

To rewrite about you, my old love, my old life.

I spend all this time, writing about how I wanted to be your wife.

 

And so I do rewrite the first poem I loved, just so that it would match with you

To rewrite our relationship, it would've just been us two.

I rewrite the first poem I ever loved, just so I could feel close to you.

And yet, I never come close... Close to the feeling of it being true....

 

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