FirstA Poem by XayahLove poem.
You were my many firsts;
My first friend to lend me hoodies and give me hugs whenever I asked or whenever we said goodbye. My first true love not that I knew that true love was as hard to find as it really is. My first kiss and how breathtaking that first kiss was at midnight on Christmas eve. My first one to snuggle me to sleep and kiss me in my dreams My first night that kept me awake with kisses and more for hours My first future that I've wanted with anyone more than just myself Any while I hope you are my last I am glad you were so many of my firsts. © 2013 Xayah |
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