First love sits in a diary page,
planning life with a faded marker pen.
A page I revisit once in a while,
when I need to smile, for those first steps
always help you find a bigger stride.
A more meaningful way of leading life.
Mistakes we made, become lessons to teach.
Words of the young, too thinly spread,
too scared to let those words breach
any chance of happiness you could find,
but they wear themselves into your skin.
Words you should have said, like sorry
when you were the fault in the story,
so hard to say way back when
are now so much easier to unthread.
We were still learning
to be true to who we are.
Me, still a boy
not yet the man I could be.
I never allowed myself
to believe in me,
instead, I was always
just a character piece.
I could never let my heart fly,
So scared was I
that I'd fumble the catch
when it fell
like a teardrop tumbling
from my eye.
Long before it starts growing
first loves heart is too scared of showing,
It doesn't know the way,
It can't find the right words to say.
It stumbles, trying to understand
the crazy paving that covers the pathway.
But in later days it starts to make sense,
it rides the waves of consequence,
it washes away the shine of innocence
and finds its road into the future
however slowly,
starting to show its presence.
Sometimes reminiscing is a painful lesson,
when you look to the scars you wear,
the suit of armour you wore,
the hurt you caused, the self-hate
that you buried deep
because you thought the world
could never care,
but in time you see
the moments that were happy.
Viewed in clarity, a page of history,
where life moved briskly.
Our mistakes fade into
the pouring rain of heartbroken tears,
like a dream upon waking, they
wash over the pavements
leading to our future lives.
Where first love sits on a page
of a book on my shelf.
Fragments of days, sketched messily
over past pictures of yourself.
To remind that my personal wealth
is the love I can give, because
I know it never showed when
first love was still so young.
Thanks for reading
Follow this link for more.
https://linktr.ee/Wordsandfluff
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
No comments:
Post a Comment