Tears on my pillow at night my first bf was my love, lost that love it ate me up, lust tookover he used it to his advantage, daggers in my heart stabbing my chest pain floods my eyes full of tears, I used the anger to find another love, my first love are now just lost memories of what once was happiness, that will one day take to the grave. Ashes of the old me naive vulnerable scattered away to dust.













