The time was at best, moments were glorious,
happiness showered within my soul,
as if I got everything, I was no more curious,
I realised life to me could be a no more good make,
but the Time lasted till my first heart break.
They were the one that made me smile,
so the one that made me cry,
All the love bundled in a pile,
must remain there I did every try,
but soon I realised, their side of part was fake,
Well! , it was my first heart break.
The exciting texting, I remember those lovely calls,
their love was the truth I was searching for,
but in the end they were the true one who proved me false,
and what I took them was just my mistake,
Yeah, hell painful, it was my first heart break.
I had to walk alone, with only memories with my way,
but I was still waiting on the road where they left me,
but never expect much as they say,
I was happy for a break atleast they chose me,
But for all you broken hearts, life can be always a better make,
become strong to fight emotions and no one could teach me better fighting,
than my first heart break.
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely, love
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