Treasure Island

Charm Dionesio

(June 05,1985 / Philippines)

My First Man


How do I forget you?
The first man who love me
Since the day I was born
The man who teach me
To be a good person
The man who teach me
To cook my first menu
The first man who wipe away my tears

My superhero
My love
My number one fan
My bestfriend
My strength
My world
My everything

What should I do without you?
The scariest day of my life
Is losing my first man
How do I go on?
But time test me
He took him
It seemed I lost my breath
I don't want to live

I hate sunrise
It make me remember of him
I hate the ocean
As I used to swim with him
But I love the rain
It helps me wash away my tears
Whenever I smile
Deep inside I am dying

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013

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