Memories of love
Trying to get the fire back in so little time
clinging to what it was; What it used to mean
let go so easily imagine that,
No explanations to change
I gave my first love my heart, Every single moment that passed
Through my mind
Over, and over
Thinking. Crushed, stubbornness, heartache
kisses shared with No answers:
Where you used to be, there is a hole Emptiness flies on the wings of the
nightingale
It's when I shed tears for him.