I’m the type to believe
That love is something fast, something quick
You’ll know it the moment your eyes meet
But that didn’t happen
At least for us, it was different
My heart just started to beat to a weird rhythm
Slowly, carefully, scared of what could be
But then steady, like a love song
Devoiding my mind of what could go wrong
It was terrifying, and I was crying
But you held my hand like I wasn’t dying
So maybe this time I’ll try living
- and maybe soon, loving.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
I’m the type to believe
That love is something fast, something quick
You’ll know it the moment your eyes meet
But that didn’t happen
At least for us, it was different
My heart just started to beat to a weird rhythm
Slowly, carefully, scared of what could be
But then steady, like a love song
Devoiding my mind of what could go wrong
It was terrifying, and I was crying
But you held my hand like I wasn’t dying
So maybe this time I’ll try living
- and maybe soon, loving.
Made this random poem on a Monday, because that’s when I thought of you, of us, and what could be. Thank you for existing
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