The Search

The search is on,
The search for those lost feelings,
That I once had for you...

The search is on for those feelings,
That I thought would stay with me,
Until the end of my days...

But are now buried deep inside of me,
Beneath all those broken, red shards,
Beneath of what's left of my heart...

Those red shards are all that's left,
From all those failed attempts,
To find someone who felt the same as I did...

The search is on,
To find those feelings of my first love,
To allow me to go back to the beginning...

And live, once again, in blissful ignorance,
In the world of youth and innocence,
With a heart that is whole...

And not scattered everywhere,
Except where it's meant to be...