The FifthMature

The first was just an accident
Little heart flutters like the blue tack heart on your page
But I had to go away across an ocean
You going on eleven and I going on ten

The second was just two weeks
Across deserts we met and I only knew your name
Still small we went our own ways 
Heart struck in just thirteen little days

The third was just a secret
Separated by my silence and leagues upon leagues
We talked but not enough for you to stay
The next year you moved away

The fourth was just gay

The fifth does not exist
Nor I fear will ever survive the closing of my heart
For my trials have let me down
And I fear if I open up I might drown 

The End

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