1st love

by marjorie

It wasnt his hands
it wasnt his clothes
it was how he understands
and how it shows

the way he makes me feel
like im floating on a cloud
when he tells me he going to steal
my heart without a sound

when he stares in my eyes
like im the only one that matters in the world
i feel like he see right inside
of me but im not his girl

there is no words to explain
the feeling of his touch
and its always the same
bacause he my first love