Belac

Belac, my Belac, my unknowing Belac. . . 

Did you know that the first time I saw you I knew there was something? 

The wiff of your hair gel stayed with me

Like smells that are meant to be remembered forever

The way you smiled imprinted in my mind

I couldn't push the image away

Did you know that the first time I spoke to you I kept touching my hair?

The sound of your sweet voice stirred my cold heart

Like a small flame against a pillar of ice

The way you spoke kept replaying in my head

I couldn't block the sound out

Did you know that the first time you held my hand my frozen heart raced? 

The warmth of your hands and the coldness of mine intertwined.

Like vines clinging deperately to a stonewall. 

The way you held on seared in my hand

I couldn't forget the sensation

Did you know that the first time I saw you with another girl it rained?

The shame cornered me in my darkness

Like the darkness that never allows the sun to meet the moon

The way you held her pierced my heart

I couldn't look at you

Belac, my Belac, my unknowing Belac. . . 

Did you know that the first time I saw you I loved you?