First Love, Last Breath
You never get over your first real love
By Marie381Uk Published about a month ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
First Love, Last Breath
My first love
taught me how fire feels,
the kind of heat
that lives under the ribs.
It burned bright,
too bright to last,
lighting the sky
for a moment.
But years later
I still feel it flicker,
a warmth reminding me
I once believed in magic.
Last love came softer,
steady as breath,
something deeper
than the body.
And even in loss
I feel that softness,
a love that lingers
beyond the edges of life.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
This is a special poem of a special time that one will always remember even if those memories are only a flicker. Good job.
We all seem to think what love is or should be at least, and then we realise way down the track what love really is. "I once believed in magic." Me too, but I don't believe in magic anymore
Hello, Marie!! A very heartfelt poem. ''My first love That lives undr thr ribs.'' :))