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دema Jun 3
I gave something to you
that belonged to me,
but most importantly
I gave something to you
that I should have wanted for me.
JJRKelly Nov 2019
My fingers tickle against
The soft fibers of the first page
In a manuscript written with
dedicated ardence. I
admire the ink uncials, left behind
By eloquent whispers passed from
Your eyes, to My lips.
From your tongue
To my skin.
Salacious words succulent
That permeate the thick paper,
Like heavy breaths from a prurient
Night.
I savor the memory,
Turning over the page to find
Blank linen sheets left awaiting,
for letters and punctuation
Until, poem after poem,
A new chapter again
we commence.
numayer shuvo May 2019
I'm meeting this girl
For the first time today
I don't know who 'benched' who
Well, what can I say!

.

I looked out the window
For the first time today
It's the same old cityskape
But the weather has changed!

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I had this epiphany
For the first time today
The world just goes by
Nothing's ever there to stay
Aliah Brimhall May 2019
This is a first
The first time someone has loved me more than I love them
The first time where i have someone close by to hold me tight
The first time I held hands in the hallway
The first time I've worried about PDA
But you want another first
And well


It'll never last
Even I am interpreting this two ways, a humorous way and a serious way. Not sure which one I prefer.
Makayla Jane Mar 2019
You shook my hand
And touched my soul
Burning my heart
And poisoning my skin
I don't know why you decided to shake my hand today before you left, let alone why the handshake was so weak and you were so gentle
Feel free to share revision ideas (:
دema Feb 2019
The first breath I take
becomes the very first choice I make
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