I saw someone fall in love again.
Said his heart danced
to a different beats-per-minute than before.
It smelled of pressed jasmine and maturity
compared to cotton candy kisses and butterfly wings.
I asked why does he keep comparing?
He said
The first love's immaturity is a gate
To the next one's finesse.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
I saw someone fall in love again.
Said his heart danced
to a different beats-per-minute than before.
It smelled of pressed jasmine and maturity
compared to cotton candy kisses and butterfly wings.
I asked why does he keep comparing?
He said
The first love's immaturity is a gate
To the next one's finesse.
