My First LanguageA Poem by avant security guardMY FIRST LANGUAGE WAS NOT ENGLISH
From the bottom of my ventricle system I must say since my heart is completely gone I want to acquaint you with my journey from Stupidland.
I was thrown onto a subway from there without a suitcase. I was travelling light, since the aorta pumps to nowhere now.
I made the mistake of not telling her, being unable to say, not really knowing, that I would love her forever.
From this I have learned: Before you are dumped, say I will love you forever.
I loved her for so long many years after I last saw her it might as well have been forever. I’m not the person I was then but still, I would have wished to have hung on a little longer.
It costs you nothing to take that jump of faith and tell a little white lie, to foretell a future you don't own.
© 2015 avant security guardAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthoravant security guardAtlantica, NYAboutactor, artist, filmmmaker, novelist, novelost, wegetonabus--among pen names: Ebooks by John Blandly Smashwords home page https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AvantSecurityGuard Nook home page .. more..Writing
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