I met a boy. A beautiful boy.
Every moment I had to spare,
was spent digging, searching for his face.
His beautiful, handsome face.

He had a personality to match
this handsome face.
Jokes fell easily from his lips
and to the cracks in my heart.

Never did he leave my mind,
and on our parting day,
I cried a tear for every cherished moment we shared.
Too many and not enough.

But now as the land divides us,
the ditch in my heart grows wider,
deeper,
******* in every last hope of us meeting again
like an malicious black hole.

I wish I could forget,
what real love feels like,
innocence is bliss.