First Love

First Love

Rising love, Hands clenched, I make my way to you, Hope to see you before the rain, You my love, I’ll break any law for For you, flowers in my sweaty hands to Give them to you, like before you left, Me and you, you and me, I sing For always and always, forever and forever Hurting, on the inside from how long I’ve seen You last, I lay my flowers on your grave.

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iAM POETRY 2020