I don't want to be your first.
I know the feeling of bittersweet.
Feelings you've never felt will wrap around me,
words I've never said fall off the tip of my tongue
shows that I'm naive and not the one.
The tragedy in being a first is in disguise.
Painted with love poems and flowers in replace of your eyes.
Not knowing, denying, some flowers will die.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
I don't want to be your first.
I know the feeling of bittersweet.
Feelings you've never felt will wrap around me,
words I've never said fall off the tip of my tongue
shows that I'm naive and not the one.
The tragedy in being a first is in disguise.
Painted with love poems and flowers in replace of your eyes.
Not knowing, denying, some flowers will die.
