My first love was a Scorpio.
She had dark brown hair and dramatic eyes.

My first love was my best friend.
She could make me laugh like no one else.

My first love knew everything about me.
She talked to me until I passed out.

My first love loved me.
Just not in the way I wanted.

My first love was sad.
I tried my best to make her happy.

My first love broke my heart.
And she knew it.

I still love my first love.
The worst part isn't her breaking my heart--
No, It's knowing we'll never be as close as we once were.
But I still love her, my first love.