If I could summerize myself
I would, but I can't so I wont
I think a lot of it boils down to controle
and the contole is because
I haven't learned how to love
myself, not yet
love, once my dear friend
has become a stranger
to me, would I recognise
it when it walked my way?
If love is a rush, an blush
more fysical than mental
then I might have found it
but it would be found in every
dark ally where you would flee
if love is the same routine
comfort and unsurprising
then I might have found it
but it's tearing me apart
because there's no respect
neither of these are love
so the search continues
back to the feeling of that
boy that put my hair behind
my ear and held his breath
to not startle the beauty
If I could summerize myself I would, but I can't so I wont
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Jun 8, 2016 4:49am
