Even the ones unimaginably beautiful.
One doesn’t hear a sound,
And yet, feels an implode within.
It’s the biggest blow one can feel,
Like a silent shatter
To the castle of dreams
They say it shall pass,
And yet all I want
Is to hold on
To each memory trail
And hold it close
To this heart very frail
They say first love
is the most innocent one
As mesmerizing as a thing can be,
Albeit lost once,
Nothing does ever set your soul free.
The burning heart becomes a hole,
Giving your innocence a slow kill.