It felt like a weighted blanket pressing against my chest
My heart throbbing at its own expense.
He lightens my soul with the sunshine in his eyes
He weakens my legs, relaxes my bones
Rocks me on a boat, ocean currents pushing slow
I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of his face
There’s a sparkle in the air, and a catch in my throat
Fireworks in my heart, and daze in my eyes
His face shines, so perfect, like a carving made of wood
Smooth and polished ends, he’s more beautiful than the moon,
The sky, and the earth combined.
To, my first love
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 12:22 PM UTC
It felt like a weighted blanket pressing against my chest
My heart throbbing at its own expense.
He lightens my soul with the sunshine in his eyes
He weakens my legs, relaxes my bones
Rocks me on a boat, ocean currents pushing slow
I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of his face
There’s a sparkle in the air, and a catch in my throat
Fireworks in my heart, and daze in my eyes
His face shines, so perfect, like a carving made of wood
Smooth and polished ends, he’s more beautiful than the moon,
The sky, and the earth combined.
To, my first love