That summer when I first found love
And blindly let myself with ease
All I could feel during those eight weeks
Were his worn, soft lips and summer breeze.
Those eight weeks were a whole new life
For a cynic like I was back then
First time opening my fragile soul
Not to a woman, but another man.
I was afraid I must admit
As my feelings grew towards yet a stranger
But in time he got closer
And I felt safe from any danger.
But new in this world I didn't assume
That the real danger is a broken heart
And when he left all I could do
Is escape from the pain trough my art.
But that's past. My heart is healed
I managed to go trough all that pain
There will come others and others will leave
But the first love will always remain.
* * *
And for the end one thing left
Most pains faded but one did not
I still love. I still remember
But I'm afraid that he forgot.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
That summer when I first found love
And blindly let myself with ease
All I could feel during those eight weeks
Were his worn, soft lips and summer breeze.
Those eight weeks were a whole new life
For a cynic like I was back then
First time opening my fragile soul
Not to a woman, but another man.
I was afraid I must admit
As my feelings grew towards yet a stranger
But in time he got closer
And I felt safe from any danger.
But new in this world I didn't assume
That the real danger is a broken heart
And when he left all I could do
Is escape from the pain trough my art.
But that's past. My heart is healed
I managed to go trough all that pain
There will come others and others will leave
But the first love will always remain.
* * *
And for the end one thing left
Most pains faded but one did not
I still love. I still remember
But I'm afraid that he forgot.
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