Feels like tomorrow
But we're in today
Parting with sorrow
& no love to portray
All that we had, in
a dim yesterday,
Was swallowed
Firsts hurt but at last
They don't, you learn
The lesson & walk your
Way out of the womb
Calm & content, away
From the gloom, & a
Step closer on your
Way to bloom
Not all firsts are meant
To last, some firsts could
Be your last & the future
You built would simply
Turn into unspoken past
Not all firsts last, at last
Not all feelings remain
Present, not so, when
They become unpleasant
What slips away easy is
Not your catch to hold,
Not your clay to mold,
Not your door to bolt
First lesson first, don't
Chase feelings in a state
Of thirst unless you're
Unbothered of how they're
Gonna burst....
