My first love was
Eyes seeing me when
The rest of the world
Didn’t notice me
Standing in the shadows
🥀
My first love was
Genuine laughter and
Pointless conversations
That meant everything to me
🥀
My first love was
Greetings in hallways and
Waves across crowded rooms
🥀
My first love was
Mumbled words
And shy smiles
Lit up faces and
Constant daydreams
🥀
My first love was
My first heartbreak
Sleepless nights
Blurry eyes
Shaky smiles
And eyes looking
At the ground
🥀
My first heartbreak
Was sad songs
And blankets at midday
It was insecurities
And emptied hope
🥀
It was shattering hearts
And poisonous thoughts
Lightless stars
Oceans of tears
And love letters
Stuffed into dusty drawers
🥀
My first love
Was the person
I thought you were
And my first heartbreak
Was the person you
Turned out to be
🥀
You were a daydream
That was never real
A home that burnt down
A memory that never mattered
And a butterfly flying
Just out of reach
🥀
You are the scars
On my heart and
The hesitation in my words
When someone asks me about love
🥀
You are my demons
And my fears and
The silences that
Suffocate me
🥀
My first love and heartbreak
Were my darkest days
And the overwhelming idea
That I was not enough
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Read the recreated version below:
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
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