In this year
In this year , I lost my first love. His love was so good it became a drug and I was strung up like a junkie. Had to shake it like a bad habit you may have been my first love but not my first heartbreak or heartache. Continually had men siphoning off my love until I had a bunch of different names scribbled in my veins . Had no love left so you call that a heart drain. To you my love was no longer a priority but a commodity said you couldn't love without me , but that's until you lost thought of me and then it caught me like a bad taste in my mouth, our love had gone sour , our once beautiful bloom had become a withering flower. Once my sunshine then faded to black wondered could I ever find my way back . Back trace my steps to see if I could get back to the face I once loved. That heart that was once mine and our unique souls that seemed to intertwine all in a fine tuned melody. When we were together it was a symphony , loud and clear all in my ears until it drowned out the rest of the world. You were my boy and I was your girl . Had that romance for all the ages and now all I want to do Is scribble you out from my pages. Scratch your name from the back of my mind so it doesn't hurt so much when I think about you in my free time.
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