The First TimeA Poem by Alias
You were the first to share my bed
and not my bush or car the first to snooze beside my head and hold me in your arms. The first to sit and drink and talk from six til' two. I allowed myself to think "I feel comfortable with you" The first to yawn at morning light and refuse to leave my side, the frosty sun too strong and bright for your hungover eyes. The first I felt it might be true and not the same old trick. Perhaps it might be me and you not a ploy pulled by your prick. Yet in all this time you haven't called, the opportunity's been missed. That makes you tenth, not first at all. I'll add you to the list.
© 2017 AliasAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAliasBrighton, United KingdomAboutPoems that come out of my brain. I love to learn from others, so please review and let me know if you want me to read anything of yours, I have a million read requests so if there is a specific p.. more..Writing
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