My First Love

My first love was when I was young,

And even now I’m still a little sprung.

Our first meeting was brief.

He even left me in disbelief.

See I wasn’t in the best state,

Plus by then I’d lost my little faith.

I felt so alone.

Especially being so far from home.

He came and asked why are you sad.

For some reason he didn’t seem that bad.

So I confided, yelled, screamed, cried,

And again he asked why are you sad?

So I replied are you mad?

He said you’re not looking in the right places.

Love should be where you feel safest.

I looked away and laughed.

This guy really had me gassed,

But as I turned to reply he was gone.

So I searched but by then it had been too long.

I had been used.

My heart broken and bruised.

Being neglected for so long I forgot his voice,

But right then I was given a choice.

I chose him.

Tired of being used like a toy,

I chose him.

Tired of being distracted by the noise,

I chose him.

Tired of not knowing my worth,

I chose him.

But knowing from this day forth,

This day forth I chose him.

Knowing that he forgave me of my sins,

I finally found love,

And it was up above.

The one place,

Where I felt safe.

My first love was when I was young,

And even now I’m still a little sprung.

 

~ Olamide Iyaomolere

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