First Love
When my heart breaks
each time someone fractures
it
I think of you.
when I am at the end
of the mental cliff
I think of you.
when I need a friend who
knows me in a way
no one will ever know me
I think of you.
We are friends
but when dreams of us together
still haunt the crevices
of my subconscious.
My heart begins to wonder
about you.
Did we ever really love
each other
or
was it some illusion
of the heart
because when I feel
unloved by the rest
of the world
I remember
my first love and smile.
~Chelsea DeVries~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem