"I would never fall in love again until I found him."
- Stephen Sanchez (Until I Found You)
First love, never works, it also never ends
It's as if a flower, capturing you with its scents
Or a storm, wrecking you and coming back
Until you cannot longer find your tract
I never forgot the feelings, nor the reasons
Back when our hands felt like something, a season
And when I love the trouble, you were my armor
And when your days were full of grayscale, I would put the color
It didn't feel like a distraction, rather butterflies
Butterfly that I won't let to fly for one day then dies
It was something I would want to last
Until that butterfly goes away, then is buried at the past
I miss you, maybe now, not the person but the feeling
As I close my eyes, I'll see another thing flying
I would never fall in love again, until I find him
And like Stephen, I would never let him go, as it did to you
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
