Listen to the song next to this poem.
I wrote this thinking of young love (meaning that developed at teenage years or even earlier). Thoughts that have occured during many songs, one of them Daughter - Youth.
A waste of youth
with my bitter heart
switching between blue and red
i beat for the love i own
if only it had another one
of its kind
to transfer the starlight to
a waste of youth
to have a bliss
but no one
who'll accept
an air kiss
from one heart to another
