They constantly told me
that my first love
would be a handsome boy
who'd save me
or a pretty girl
who'd hold me.
So I searched the world
for another,
never knowing that
my first love
should have been
me.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
They constantly told me
that my first love
would be a handsome boy
who'd save me
or a pretty girl
who'd hold me.
So I searched the world
for another,
never knowing that
my first love
should have been
me.
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