For two years
I have pursued
my first love,
with a heart
so pure,
and unwritten on.
That when you
placed your finger
on my heart,
my chest trembled,
and you left a mark there.
It's still here,
although you cannot
see it anymore...
you left me one last thing,
which keeps
me afraid,
and tough
on the outside.
My heart is refusing,
to fall down a slope
and pursue another jewel
under the sapphire sea...
for it knows
even if it catches
a jewl,
it will be too heavy
to carry,
and it will drown me.
You left me clutching
hope like a key
of a lost home,
and so
I have suffered...
I still have that scar
that you gave me,
that spring day...
I still have it.
