A First Love; 4 Seasons Poem by Sara Hol

You,
you're bringing me down in pain
You,
I'm screaming your name in vain

Your first love is always one to remember
like a deadly chill from late December...
Whenever I would try to be alone
my thoughts would wander to the telephone,
Oh' how I had hoped you would call
bringing me to the beginning of fall..

The feeling of your hands upon my skin
or your warm finger caressing my chin,
but near the end, I had grown tired...
confusion struck me and I had become inspired,
taking me to the midst of spring
each and after, every silent scream.

You had made yourself believe
your soul mate you had found,
we were just too nieve
running our relationship into the ground.

Now that the curiosity has gone,
and reality has taken over
reminding me of
my first love; that began at the beginning of summer