The edge of summer is when i knew i loved you
at ten pm, pulled infront of my house in your car
when you looked at me and started laughing, i knew i loved you
you had my heart first
no one's ever done that before you
especially in a simple way, by the look of your eyes and the sound of your voice flowing around me
in the edge of the summer of 21, i found myself sitting next to my first love
and to you, you will always hold a special place in my heart for as long as i stand on the sole of the earth
somedays you creep back into my mind
our old memories playing repeatedly as if on vhs tapes
me and my first love, having the time of our lives
and to you, on the birth of a new summer i find you further away then ever
so i write as my heart has been broken and layed down, an easy letter
to be at peace with you
to you, you will always be my first love
no one can take that title away, you always hold it
i hope whoever your love is now treats your soul with tenderness, as if it's rare
it is.
to you, i put to rest my heartbreak and only give you my peace
peace of what we were and what we are
on this new summer, i hope to see you
but if the odds were not met, maybe one day
we'll have another summer
or any loving season, winter was always our favorite, and you can be mine again and i can be yours
we'll meet somewhere in the middle
and you'll have that same look in your eye
maybe someday
until then, if ever and whenever, i give you only peace, love, and acceptance
to my first love, i wish you so well for someone like you
you stay alive in my mind and memory
keep me alive in yours.
-O.
━━━━━⊱༻May 23, 2022༺⊰━━━━━
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