Let me go from here, let me show you who's in here, my heart, please.
After this, you can just let me slip under your radar, sand between your fingertips, let your time with me run out, but the hourglass will never again flip.
You're going to wish you could take me back. After the six months you put me through. My first love, I'll always remember, how the days do blur.
A mix of gold and greens and reds, of tones we do not know. A blend of promises, lies, and truth, and people who want to be fixed.
I'm one of these, all of these, and this poem might not make sense. But to me, it's me, and what I have, is worth blank dollars and priceless cents.