(18, GA, USA) Anonymous - The Boy I Used To Love

In the quiet corners of my heart,
Lingers the boy who once played a part.
His laughter echoes in the halls of time,
A bittersweet melody, a silent rhyme.

We met when the world was soft and new,
In a summer's embrace, beneath skies so blue.
His eyes, a promise, his touch, a spark,
Igniting the flames that lit up the dark.

We danced in fields of youthful dreams,
Wove our lives with tender seams.
Every moment, a stolen breath,
A love so alive, untouched by death.

But seasons change, and so do we,
And the boy I loved became a memory.
A shadow cast on yesteryear's shore,
A chapter closed, an open door.

His words, once sweet, grew distant, cold,
A story that felt too quickly told.
The days of laughter turned to rain,
A symphony of love turned into pain.

Now, in the nights so long and deep,
I find him in the dreams I keep.
A ghost of a past I can’t let go,
A love that ended, yet continues to grow.

I walk through life with a heavy heart,
Each step a reminder we’re worlds apart.
His face, a phantom, haunts my mind;
In the search for peace, I’m left behind.

For first love leaves a lasting mark,
A beacon bright, a painful spark.
The boy I used to love, still near,
A whisper, a tear, forever dear.

And though the years may pass us by,
With every dawn, I still ask why.
For moving on feels like a distant art,
When he still holds a piece of my heart.