LIFE GOES ON

to all the boys

To all the boys I've loved and should have loved,
I’ll keep penning poems that lie beneath,
Writing and crying, once my refuge dear,
Now a wistful echo, with feelings unclear.

"Y" was young love, setting my spirit free,

"A" was always there, but hues consumed me.

"E" was even now, a whisper of longing,

"R" was a real charm, but left me blue and belonging.

"M" was a moment's spark, fleeting and true,

For a while, I believed in the word new.

One-sided love, a dream that never blooms,
Restless hearts in hallways, quiet afternoons.
Each crush a fleeting shadow, a whisper in the breeze,
Yet every tale, a poet's heart can appease.