Stephen Raseona - It was supposed to...

Since my birth
When I count my first breath.
The day was already times of yore.
Yet I had nothing to do
As I didn’t know it either.

Now as old as I am.
My birthdays I celebrated,
Other holidays I longed them not to surpass,
Another solitary I wished it not to subsist.
I full-fledged with the routine of I’m still emergent.
Now I approached to the sense that
I’m grown up.
Luckily now with someone beside me.

When I perceive sound of 14 February
I just whimper my heart smolder.
This was suppose to be my first.
My first valentine’s day to commemorate
Since the foremost 14 February of my life
Maybe it’s my fate not to observe it in my verve

This was supposed to be my first!
Allow me discontinue as,
When I imagine of this my sensitivity be ablaze and impair a lot.
I have zilch to say
All of them went throughout my eyes.
But it was supposed to be my first.

Stephen Raseona

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