The prospect of love haunts me,
I love so much,
So many,
Yet if feels wrong,
To love another this fast.
Would I be wrong if I said yes?
If I said that we could try?
I’ve heard love blossoms in the ruins of hate,
But that might just be me,
Would I be wrong for being happy?
Would this finally make me happy?
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 2:43 AM UTC
The prospect of love haunts me,
I love so much,
So many,
Yet if feels wrong,
To love another this fast.
Would I be wrong if I said yes?
If I said that we could try?
I’ve heard love blossoms in the ruins of hate,
But that might just be me,
Would I be wrong for being happy?
Would this finally make me happy?