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Marisa Lu Makil Jun 2015
I read through our old
Text messages to remind
Myself
Of the good times
The times when
We talked
And laughed
And called each other affectionate names
The times we still woke up to each other's
Faces on the screens
Of our phones.
Here's to back then.
Your first love's that person on the prologue of your love story
Your true love's the minor character at the start but the epilogue of your glory
Your first love's the one who leaves tears where there was laughter
Your true one wipes those tears and lives with you happily ever after
Your first love's the one you trust at first sight and doubt at last
Your true love's the one you doubt but ultimately fall and wholly trust
Your first love's the one you think you'll never forget in your lifetime
Your true love's the one not worth remembering but you never forget
Your first love's either the
first person whose heart you break
or the one who breaks your heart
Your true love's either the person
whose shattered heart you heal
or who heals & steals your hurt
I know sometimes first love can be true but
Your first love's most times the fantasy that drowns the sailor
And chains but true love's the reality you finally settle for,your "bailor"
  Jun 2015 Marisa Lu Makil
ThePoet
I spent
my life
designing a
border,
between myself
and the
world of
disorder
But the
border was
breached by
a world
so sick,
with hearts
of stone
and minds
of brick

©
  Jun 2015 Marisa Lu Makil
Simpleton
I love that you dream out loud
You say things that make everyone laugh at your far fetched fantasies
Yet in conviction you voice your thoughts as though they are in the mailbox coming into reality
I love that you dream and imagine things happening that are not really realistic
I love that you dream them anyway and believe that they'll happen someday
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