My heavy, young chest has longed for a heart
That is going to fill the missing part
A part that bleeds cyan and tastes pretty ta𝘳t
It is still trying to find it at every opportunity, throwing its 143rd dart.

An underrated universality, as heavy as absolution,
The moment hope shatters to a thousand pieces when it finally hits the face, the realization.
It's only your soul that will do, create your salvation,
The little child in me is mad at romance movies, such a misrepresentation.