by Rahel Bamert
First love it felt so real
What am I for if not to learn?
And I saw your heart was made of steel
Impossible to break or burn
Like a prison for my youngest soul
And its claws won’t let me leave
My feelings get numb as coal
And without love I cannot breathe
But I also learnt to hide
And left behind my dying hope
So here I am; I found my other side
And I’m climbing up the eternal rope
That leads me to the mountain’s peak
From where I can steer who makes me weak
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