Saturday, May 12

For My First Love.

Forget-me-not was in full bloom,
I winced at the thought of that empty bedroom,
It was so gloom,
Used to thought you would be the groom.


The love has turn bitter,
I wish it took a turn for the better,
You left me a letter,
Sealed with a single white feather.


Inside there is only a single Daffodil,
I could only stand still,
Unrequited love is the only deal,
Now, I hope one day this hole would be filled.


They say we shall meet again one day,
Made me feel like running away,
But if we do meet someday,
I am happy even if you were married in May.


So this is goodbye,
Even if I have to lie,
I would no longer cry,
For the love that was never mine.


Goodbye, my first love.

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