My First Love Poem by yarnell wilson

The day I laid eyes on him, he made me so weak in my knees
His smile made me smile.
His touch made me cry.
Sometimes I wonder why I loved so much but then I knew had to get over him.
Sometimes your first love is not your last.
WhenI think of him I cry, because of the pain he caused.
Useally your first tells you he loves you and he wont leave.
But even I know you’re your first will lie and decive.
I guess I was so angry with my first, because I gave him my all.
He took me for a fool, stuck in a whirlpool full of his lies and wants.
I pray at night that he could come back to me because he left me in a daze when he tried to get what he wanted and he got it, but I leared a lesson.
He wasn’t my everything. Somehow I learned to tell him I will live without him and
Hes not worth my life, because losing your virginity to your first hurts and you what I know soon or later he going to regret leaving and taking the most impoatnt thing in my
Life.my first love.