Full Title (It was too long): The Heart Has Drained Affection, But the Body Still Begs For Warmth
A year was all it took for her mind to control the heart,
but unlike the rinsing of emotion from her soul,
the one regarding her nervous system didn't run so smoothly.
They say you never really get over your first love.
--funny, he was her second, and indeed not the leading act:
so how did it end up this way? With his scent still lingering,
when it's sure fact that she doesn't love him anymore.
Dear, look! Another gash from the fleeting scalpels.
I'm sure this one shall heal in time though, unlike the last,
which part of still bleeds, never seizing to decrease.
Oh, tell me that Cupid hasn't come to haunt her;
even the god of love is bound to go sour sometime.
Or maybe it was just his aim that was off this once,
and it wasn't his aptitude that followed that arrow away.
See, darling? What did she tell you? It healed,
though I must say, I'm beginning to wonder:
When's that old scar of hers ever going to disappear?
