A familiar touch brings up feelings forgotten, Making the barrier go rotten.
How can I make the most of you, staring at pictures I never knew.
Growing affections of something new.
Playing a game, I never threw.
Only time will tell. A lover’s poem will sell.
Pieces of this broken heart mend well.
Sold to the highest bidder, then farewell.
If only they knew what they had was so precious.
A soul guided by love, drowning in sadness.
Still fighting the chaos ran by madness.
I am opening my heart to leave a permanent mark, hoping that one day something will spark.