I am not tearing up
I am not losing it.
My heart is heavy
But I am not dropping it.
It was once broken
But never again am I letting it
All the sweet memories
I am hoping not to forget it.
I saw the risk and I chose to take it
I was dreaming of a fairy tale
Maybe we could make it
I tried to hide the feelings
Maybe I could fake it
But I ended up giving my heart up
Maybe she won't break it.
This time, I'm the victim, I'm the culprit
I'm the preacher on top of the pulpit
I'm the congregation to which I preach
I'm the angel and i'm the devil
I am everything in between.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
As I sat, I watched closely
How uncomfortable my gaze made her feel
Not once, not twice, have I caught her eyes on me
Even though I'm dying, I prefer not to see
Love begets loves
And love is never made for one
It is not to be hidden, it is to be shown
And to be treated with care, like precious gold.
I'm good at putting up a front
But now my guards are down
There is this tingly feeling in my guts
I think I've got butterflies.
Butterfly of gold, butterfly of gold
So fragile, yet very precious
Butterfly of gold butterfly of gold
Do not lose thy Luster to the test of love
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 9:47 AM UTC