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My heart still beats

Giddy with love.
That was how I felt.
Falling in love.
Was it puppy love?

I, a teenager in love
Stardust in my eyes.
I dreamed of him.
I dreamed of wedding bells.

I drew doodles.
Hearts, and more hearts.
Mine and his initials.
With Cupid’s arrow.

This was my fairytale.
My prince charming.
But happy endings are rare.
And hearts can be broken.

One day at a party.
He danced with another.
A look of desire flashed.
And he broke my heart.

Watching love bloom.
As mine became ashes.
I hid my hurt well.
My tears he didn’t see.

Young love, puppy love.
My heart still broke.
Rejected love hurts.
My heart still beats.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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