First Love

Why must one dream of the past-

all the laughs, all the passion?

With the future shattered,

hearts broken and battered

Existing alone in new worlds

But the soul is still dancing,

belittling the pain,

all the energy drained

Waiting for a direction,

a decision, a change

The brain, heart, and soul

deciding as a whole

Why mst one deal with the pushing and pulling?

Mind full of hate, soul full of faith

heart torn in two, can it mend from such aching?

Such a soul split

What's the truth

Pride can't admit?

--Fall 2004

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