I fear,
Do I care less for you?
Sometimes I feel am so involved loving you, that I forget u as an individual. I love you.
Those tears drops at the edge of your eyes, are on a brim to break free and flow, am I the dam?
your soul should deserve to someone who is more clean than me, less wounded , who can be your muse.
Love cannot be static, I know. I wish to caress those wrinkled eyes and when we turn old, maybe.
This uncertainty is inevitable. there are small nicks- knacks i want to share with you to grow together as you said.
I fear I shouldn’t lose that baggage of experience and exposure I wish to wove with yours, to create a memorable tapestry of our love.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
I fear,
Do I care less for you?
Sometimes I feel am so involved loving you, that I forget u as an individual. I love you.
Those tears drops at the edge of your eyes, are on a brim to break free and flow, am I the dam?
your soul should deserve to someone who is more clean than me, less wounded , who can be your muse.
Love cannot be static, I know. I wish to caress those wrinkled eyes and when we turn old, maybe.
This uncertainty is inevitable. there are small nicks- knacks i want to share with you to grow together as you said.
I fear I shouldn’t lose that baggage of experience and exposure I wish to wove with yours, to create a memorable tapestry of our love.
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