self love


my first love
was a girl
who wore her heart on her sleeve

she was best friends with hope
who sat on her shoulder
and sang a lovely tune
she had known her since birth

her curiosity shined
through the cracks in the pavement
little flowers in a rocky world

and she loved hard
which often was her demise
but every moment she did
it was a living daydream

but she longed for the stars
to see them up close
to hold on and never let go

my first love
is stronger than any
and though sometimes
our bond will lessen
she’ll always be
my first and only love

- self love

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