First Love

So, so you think you can leave,

Move freely?

No bounds or memories,

Ghosts of history?

Your past is gone?

has it been erased?

Running down that memory line,

Can’t find that hand

that’s keeping you straight?

Your head on his shoulders

His fingers running through your hair

You see the resemblance?

No you can’t see

As the new one aint “He”

You wish for a lonely night,

You two on the beach

Just to sleep in his arms

You and him with the moon overlooking.

But he won’t stop

His usual gibberish

Business flights and mergers he competes and completes,

While on the sand and sea,

Its only his heartbeats you long to feel

Yes you are right,

he is so different,

Do you know why?

Because he aint He

he aint He.

On long journeys back home,

Smiling at each other`s ways,

Casually letting slip he loves you, he laughs.

But does his smile and eye reflect the same

Is it really love?

Is he true?

I don’t know as I am the one,

who just puts questions into you and run.

Is it love? Does he love you true?

Then why do you wish?

Wishing it was “He” who was here.

I am a cruel joke,

Do you know me?

Your heart and its passions

are squeezed by me,

I crush them,

I trample them,

Your emotions ruffled

I feed on your sufferings

till you feel drained.

I am the First Love,

Yes that`s me

Why do they name me love then?

It’s just cruel games that I play.