You were not my first love , But you are the one who hurt the most . That was first degree ****** on my emotions, feelings and imaginations .
The Pencil that used to write you odes and amatory thoughts, couldnβt believe the plot twist. It cried the most , i had to tune it to political rhymes.
Just yesterday, it said , letβs write one last elegy for the dead love , Just one ballad of sorrow.