First Love

[Beoslasher]

The First love is not always first

but the one that hits the hardest

the one that makes you cry at night

that makes you long for progress

 

The Dawn is always so serene

Sunlight brushes leaves

Love will touch upon your brow

and lovingly kiss your cheek

 

But

 

One night, I walked through city sidewalks

working my way back home

tears traveling with me

making stops along the road

 

My heart a part of its machine

had suddenly cracked and then broke

I tried to fix it with a chain, a wire, a rope

, but I was so suddenly attached

that if you look

upon my neck

a string that hangs is like a broken wing

had suddenly disconnect

 

So we'll look and look

for another string

to tie ourselves together

but once you have your first heartbreak

you'll find your changed forever.

[Supa_gurl]

Wow. this is a lovely poem. Great writing and so true.

[FortunateOne]

So true and I keep looking forward to my next string.