First Love, Only Love

There are some poems harder to write

Strangely, they're flowing better at night,

Companion, the fridge sound

And nobody around,

Alone with the fear of my own mind.

Break down into parts, that's poetry

Put them back! But there isn't symmetry,

I'm lacking a lost piece

Incomplete, need a lease,

Answer, should I stop my misery?

Search reason in life to live in it

Don't admit the tiredness of it,

I am just existing

Or am I coexisting?,

It's a chapter, and I will beat it.

Does love have an actual limit?

Live life to the max every minute,

I think that is bullshit!

You know it sounds like it,

What is the most painful? a love’s hit.

I'm always walking with a cracked soul

Breathing less oxygen, no control,

And trying to stay strong

All of us, we belong,

Promise, I’ll overcome this Nicole.

When your emotions are drowning you

Writing is coming to rescue you,

I know it's my first love

Probably, only love,

It’s true, words and paper love you too.

                               

                                 - By A Vagrant Poet