Crumpled

 The smile is still engraved in my heart

With heavy tears, I recall him,

A beautiful piece of art.

Those piercing eyes appear in my dreams,

which makes my heart screams,

making my cheeks red with steams.

I never spoke more than twenty words,

but why does my heart feel absurd,

when I run through this memory backward. 

The first person who stood up for me,

who intentionally or unintentionally cared for me,

I knew he was a ray of light

to my blight.

Despite this, I say he is not the one,

but with all the memories chiseled in my heart,

can I be sure he is not the one? 

Drowning with sorrow all night,

I know he is someone's knight

I write this melody

hoping it would bring my burning heart a remedy.

I wave goodbye to you,

as I drop this piece of paper in a dew,

A box of memories closed forever,

hoping to lock it forever and ever.