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This poem is dedicated to my first love, whom i still love but never got loved.

Submitted:Mar 18, 2013    Reads: 21    Comments: 2    Likes: 4   

Found my love in way of life,

Experienced the cuts without any knife.

Can't go ahead nor run behind,

Want to show my feelings and hide.

Being just a friend from his side,

Here I am to be and stand beside.

Whenever he is in blue he come and cry,

What the hell is this that I can't try.

Being in love and loved is a beautiful thing,

I believe I have to wait for the time being.

Its simple don't love or don't lose it,

I am the one to experience and yet being with it.

Found my love and didn't get,

First love I can't forget!


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