Poetry First Time

First Time

At night time we met
When I was saturated
Although it was full dark,
Somehow I can see you.

I wrote a poem now
I ran my article now
Somehow this all could happen
A definite sense of love is increasingly worsen.

I want to forget it but could not,
Want to delete it but reversed like.
Hate but why do I like?
What is this thing as love?

Poetry First Time 2017-03-29T23:50:00+07:00 Rating: 4.5 Diposkan Oleh: Little Kipli