• mon_ange 10w

    Confession Of My First Love

    I was in my fourteens
    Butterflies fluttered in my stomach
    As I confessed my first love.
    I stared at my phone
    Hoping that you'd reply.
    But then time passed,
    I still sat waiting.
    Then one fine day
    My patience was rewarded,
    You finally confessed darling
    That you felt the same way,
    But till then I had become fourty five
    And all the butterflies had too died.