Happy then,
but longing for your praise.

Happier now,
but longing for your gaze.

External Growth,
armours the young soul.

Pierced, still,
through chainmail of holes.

Standing alone,
the reflection reveals us.

Risen above,
yet plagued by Orpheus.

A forgotten dream.
A lost tale.
A future unseen.
A wish so frail.

My heart never beat for you, but my mind imaginative cannot but wander.