You were so beautiful.
Your black leather,
fit so tightly.
The diamonds you had,
made you brighten up,
every room even more.
When you moved,
you moved with grace.
I loved your white face.
I remember when,
you first gave me,
your number.
I remember when,
we first touched.
You were so elegant.
You were a beautiful watch.
You were so smooth.
I love spending,
my time with you.
Since then,
I have had a lot,
but none can compare,
to my first love.
- Authors: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: March 18th, 2018 01:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: Despite how this story sounds, it is actually about my first (real) wrist watch. I recieved it as a present when I was fourteen. It was black leather with a stainless steel circle case. The diamonds may have been fake though. Nevertheless, I loved that watch. At the time it made me feel grown up.
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