Calin P. Kupi
First Love - Poem by Calin P. Kupi
The need for speed rushing through my viens,
I am so close yet so far away.
Thinking, Thinking of the right move,
I play the wrong one,
I lose the girl.
Left? Right? Which way to turn?
Tis the only love I've had,
none will be like thee.
She drifts away on a boat of love leaving me behind.
My heart is broken as I slowly die.
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