The first
The first to care
The first to touch
The first to hold her tight
The first to keep
Her eyes in his
The first to not reject
The first to leave
The first to turn
His back at her and go
The first to bare
What hurts so much
To turn her day to night
To make her leap
Into the bliss
Yet knowing it’s defect
This make-believe
Still makes her burn
And she’s still feeling low
Because she loved him
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