The first time love slipped from my grip,
It wasn’t just my heart that fell,
I dropped out of school, lost in the drift,
A double hit — a painful spell.

Books left unfinished, dreams put on pause,
The weight of both heartbreak and choice,
All at once, a silence that gnaws,
And my future lost its voice.

But then, in time, a love took root,
A first real bond that felt so true,
And with it, came a moment so absolute —
Graduation day, the sky so blue.

I stood tall, with love by my side,
Joy and pride where sadness once lay,
A new chapter, with hope as my guide,
A heart now healed, ready to sway.

The first heartbreak, the first love,
A time of loss, a time of gain,
One took me down, the other above,
Both shaping me, through joy and pain.