All around me changes. Family tragedy. Gron a few inches. Buds became melons and the cycle of life more complex. The attention of boys, became something else, as in, my eyes could
not confine themselves to one person of dimples with gorgeous eyes ,too. Or. The perfect fit of trousers and sweaters that stretched over shoulders boad enough to make me forget. I got a man! The calls and the attention simply made me forget that my focus should be on the boy I could get. Not those boys, too good to be true. But my mind and my nerves endings could not construe the limits the world set. The comfort with self was heaven sent.
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It Begins With Me
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first love
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mlowe5 says: Indeed! Peace and Love. Thanks for the share, 2Late4luv. Peace and Love. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY 2Late4luv
NothingBecause I was unfamiliar with the way of courting. I fumbled and I dropped the ball so often I was most often lost. I trembled with fear of making matters worse and often I was cold nut sooner than later I had everything under control. Fidelity was not mine and I did not exercise it for a.long time, because the weakness of my heart I imparted without thought though nothing ever came of them I always left my heart. A heart that believed I would one day be more important in love than anything I had known. But still too naive the work to do it takes a toll. The payment would have been easy had I not been so bold as to share myself with others that detracted from my quest. To do what society dictates and find my lot in life to adjust to becoming a wife. Surely, that chance would come and when ready to advance I could follow the path to completion of a perfect life.  |
It Begins With MeAll around me changes. Family tragedy. Gron a few inches. Buds became melons and the cycle of life more complex. The attention of boys, became something else, as in, my eyes could not confine themselves to one person of dimples with gorgeous eyes ,too. Or. The perfect fit of trousers and sweaters that stretched over shoulders boad enough to make me forget. I got a man! The calls and the attention simply made me forget that my focus should be on the boy I could get. Not those boys, too good to be true. But my mind and my nerves endings could not construe the limits the world set. The comfort with self was heaven sent. |
First LoveSitting on the lawn with my girls after school, plucking the petals from the flowers' bloom. Thinking of a way to impress him with the newness of discovered doom. The feelings I experienced were like nothing I had ever known. My stomach ached and my heart caught in my throat and I onew to feel this was no good for me but ai couldnot get him out of my mind. My body was being unkind to put me through the turmoil of such unsettling nuances, this could not be the start of a romance. I was too young to commit to this, must be soething else. The petals don't lie i was told, love me love me not, as i rose to go. |
sorrySo young, and so eager to have what I see others with. Disturbing, to want to be a part of life and plan for a life with another, discovery. Aching to do and yet feel restrained by constraints of age of rules of self. doomed, before you begin to have someone whose found you and knowwing you'll lose, because it has happened time and again. Watching, the successes and waiting for your own and the day comes when you are not alone and you wonder how long can I have this minute? |