Love i guess that's not what it is ...
Nor the cold notion of what i seem to feel.
My illusion, my false sense of reality crumbles As i come to wake from the subconscious thoughts of you, it makes me wonder are these words mine to define?
A refusal to believe that I,a mere man could succumb to this,this dated ploy of hearts entwined...
But here I am once more, legs cross as you turn my way and it all crumbles once more...i do not love you...I say quietly as your smile heartens...and your cheeks turns red ,and I try to look away..
I do not love you...but thats just to hard to say..
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC
Love i guess that's not what it is ...
Nor the cold notion of what i seem to feel.
My illusion, my false sense of reality crumbles As i come to wake from the subconscious thoughts of you, it makes me wonder are these words mine to define?
A refusal to believe that I,a mere man could succumb to this,this dated ploy of hearts entwined...
But here I am once more, legs cross as you turn my way and it all crumbles once more...i do not love you...I say quietly as your smile heartens...and your cheeks turns red ,and I try to look away..
I do not love you...but thats just to hard to say..