Crimson red
Of virgin blood
Oozing out of a broken heart
The pain and the sighs
And the tears shed
I want to cherish them all
It was the first time
This special ache
Will rise yet again
As nostalgia
Somewhere in the future
Let me paint the memories till then
Onto a vivid canvass
And hide it
Away from the prying eyes
This mark of innocence lost
Of an era left behind
A reminder
That even I had loved
And lost
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