Should I love you
Or should I hate you?
I don’t know if there is something between
But right now, I can’t see
The middle of my feelings.
I’m confused
Frightened
By myself
And you.
Sometimes I feel like a walking tear
Just waiting to crash down
And be torn into thousand small pieces
Cause you don’t love me.
Other times I feel
Like a flying smile
Looking for your face
To be born on it
Make you happy
And die on your lips…