“The magic of our first love is our ignorance that it can never end.”
“First cut is the deepest”, how do you mend?
Love is a pit, invisible you can’t avoid.
Endless questions fill the void.
A love lost for the first time,
Like a helium balloon that goes and bursts in the sky.
The child in you cries “Why?”
First love may be magic but true love isn’t.
At sixteen it’s perfect, it’s yes in an instant.
At thirty it’s reality, it’s no if you can’t.
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