Childhood Love #Poetry

Posted on by Jane Aguiar

On the bench
of class VIII
you
promised me
a lot of 
promises 
and like 
rusty iron,
those
promises 
were ruined
too.

Stupid
and
careless
love,
no total knowledge
and that
love
spilled
somewhere
on the street.

Spilled
love
of childhood
now
sees to bloom
If that
love blossomed
it will have
a new name
E.M.A

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic. Credit: Pinterest

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Written in response to: Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

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57 thoughts on “Childhood Love #Poetry”

  12. All the lines in the poem are filled with charming words which lead to another till the end and make me to read once again. This is a great post! 😊

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  19. Ooh, fills me with great nostalgia of teenage attractions. Haha. You captured the moment so beautifully. The r/ships were short and strong, and the promises sweet. Little did we know we’d certainly grow outa them to embrace life in its totality. I wonder what E.M.A is. Fill me in. ❤🥰

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