When I first met him,
His first words were not flirtatious,
Nor were they sweet.
It is comical,
How two people can meet
And not realize
They were made for eachother.
His first words asked of my last love,
And the story behind it.
My first words were not elegant,
Nor were they kind,
As i told him
Where my past lover
Could go.
YOU ARE READING
The Love, The Pain, and What Comes After
PoetryThe title is what it seems. The story of my life written through poetry & prose.
