First love was azure
Golden yellow and emerald green
I was so obsessed and pure
For the first time I felt seen.
Now every cyan windbreaker
is a sore sight, sour taste and a passing ache.
Forever a reminder of heartbreak.
Second love is red flannel
Warm bronze and kiwi-green
Raced past milestones, last love barely annul.
No longer caring how I am seen.
Now every checkered shirt
makes me cringe, cheesy thoughts and a passing smirk
For a boy who loves all my quirks.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
