the honesty inside my heart
insists on speaking out
this is not love, I know not what it is..
my selfish fear resigns a shrug,
“sooner or later, it shall be clear
besides, life for all shall still be lived…
who am i to say where feelings shall
or shall not lay a path someday?
why cut it off before one knows?
i mean once the checklist is met,
i might as well give my heart a chance,
to warm up and give love a go…”
i should just cut them loose,
but im too afraid of becomming one they hate.
i need to cut my way out of this,
but i fear it may already be too late.