Why is love not free?
Even it has boundaries and locks before we can reach it.
Some of us are stopped by invisible walls,
As if we need to earn the right to feel it.

Then where are we supposed to run,
Just to encounter what we’ve been longing for?
Why are some of us scared to fall in love?
Why do we force ourselves to look away—
Before we fall harder?

Do some of us still whisper,
“Don’t do this again,”
To ourselves?

We watch our hands get tied—
And we don’t make a move,
Because hope doesn’t flicker,
Even if we do.

This world is too cold,
Too unkind to keep love.
Instead of letting it be bold,
We display it like it’s sold.

Today, some of us have locked our doors,
Just so we don’t open our hearts again.
It may seem strong...
But it’s tragic—because we’re afraid to try again.

This world could’ve been filled with warmth,
If we didn’t have to say “please.”
But this reality we can’t erase—
What did we all do to deserve this