You are my first love.
You were the first person I knew I wanted to be with.
I want to spend my life with you.
I want to be near you.
You are my first love.
You were the first person I loved when I laid eyes on you.
I want us to be together.
I want to work this out between us.
You are my first love.
You were the first person who touched my heart.
I loved your touch.
I loved your kiss.
You are my first love.
You were the first person I truly loved.
You are my only love.
You are my first sweetheart.
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Danielle Mosley
I've enjoyed writing and reading ever since I was in grade school. I'm looking forward to making a career out of my talent as a writer. If you like any of my articles be sure to share them and leave me a tip. Any type of support is great!
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The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
By Sarai Jakubczak2 days ago in Poets
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lovely poem Danielle, thanks for sharing it with the world.
Truly inspiring poem.Exceptional writing.
Sweet and lovely!