My Sad Poem


She never seemed to bob
on her sister's
Silver mattered bike
I watched for
not yet able to see
The high seat
working her way
Up car free Penn street
and i would make as if
I hadn't seen her
when she rode by

We were but children
in a garden of Eden
Made just for us two
wher nothing else mattered
But you where loved by me
And i was loved by you.

'First Love' By Charles.c.Cingolani

I picked this poem because it has short sentances that have alot of impact on the reader.