To the Blues

To the boys I've ever loved
To the fast life and the loud pride
To the lost souls and the untold
To the boys I'll ever love

To the girl I always objectify in my own writings
To who's never enough but always in love
To going astray and then finding my way
To that girl with a messy handwriting

To the voice that's always changing
To fit others' tones before her own
To the molten gold that leaked outside the mould
To the kernel that will forever be unchanging

To the James Deans in my teenage years
To my rebellious force that died without a cause
To the sweet talks that made the bed rock
To the perfect one-time runaway we planned for years:

My love is a hollow conch
but it can hold the endless echoes of the seas
My love is a slow drift
but never an anchor
My love only grows deeper
but it never grows up
My love knows what to do
when you are silent it speaks the truth
My love may forget Titanic
and the Heart of the Ocean too
but my love remembers something blue
And it remembers you
It remembers you
It remembers you