The First Experience
The First Experience
Boom.
The First paper I hold my pencil onto, Is a four lined note Where I was told specific characters
Should touch specific lines
.
Boom.
The First monsoon I drenched my body in,
Is a two hours cloudburst
Where I was told not to stay long
Should hide myself in.
Boom.
The First bio-lab class I sectioned a flower
Is a perennial flower plant
Where I was told its name as Ricinus Communis
Should mourned for its death.
Boom.
The First bike accident I slipped in,
Is with my sister who held me tight
Where I almost killed her
Should tried not daydreaming.
Boom.
Boom Boom Boom
Every first experience uttered a slam poetry
If I tried instead of what I did
Maybe this love is like that
Every night it's uttering words
That's depressing than a sad poetry
Maybe I should've run away that day
Like how I'm trying to run away
From completing this poem
How beautiful this hurts less than what you said to me. Boom