My first love, a dagger plunged so deep,
A wound of innocence I couldn't keep.
In the agony, a bitter lesson learned,
A chapter in love's book, forever burned.
I still cling to our first forbidden touch,
A memory of a space tainted as such,
Where your smile possessed a cruel delight,
You are my haunting mistake, day and night.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
