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First Time Lovers

By Ali RyersePublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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The eagle tattoo,

And your brand new blues.

From days so filled with sorrow,

You never had a clue.

Infatuation almost 13,

Singing Taylor Swift on the karaoke machine.

Music break.

It's how you made me feel,

I was too shy,

To admit to the questionable feeling,

I was feeling for the first time.

I was only 13,

All I knew I wanted you.

So I became bold,

And our first kiss was in someone else's living room.

You took my breath away,

Mr. Johnny-poo.

We ran around this town,

Never ever giving a hoot,

That we could break and bend,

Snap under the strain,

Of our contrarian terrain.

It was less than 9 months,

And I coulda sworn you were the one.

The little kids we were,

And all of our friends.

This was happiness,

Probably at my best.

We danced around played games,

Exchanging our gum.

We thought we were cute,

And I'd be damned if I was wrong.

We called each other all the time,

I sang into the phone,

Breaking free from my insecure little girl.

All the dates you'd mess up,

Just from being young.

We could have burned down the town,

Just from being wrong.

You took my breath away,

Mr. Johnny-poo.

We ran around this town,

Never ever giving a hoot,

That we could break and bend,

Snap under the strain,

Of our contrarian terrain.

It was less than 9 months,

And I coulda sworn you were the one.

The night you disappeared,

I remember vividly.

It was after you moved away,

To see some better days.

Yeah we wrote,

But it just wasn't the same.

This hurt even worse,

Than the last time we called it done.

Music lead.

And now you joined the army,

I saw you only once,

Years after we became someone else.

But I'll never forget,

The young love we had.

And your air escaping my lungs.

You took my breath away,

Mr. Johnny-poo.

We ran around this town,

Never ever giving a hoot,

That we could break and bend,

Snap under the strain,

Of our contrarian terrain.

It was less than 9 months,

And I coulda sworn you were the one.

End

You coulda been the one, Johnny.

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About the Creator

Ali Ryerse

Instagram: alirye.

Read on and entertain yourself with my life stories, poems, and opinions of the world.

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