I allow myself to fall in love Even though all the times i fell Before I always hit the harsh asphalt
Cause when you fall in love You fall Even though it might not seem as if you do
But you do You do severely So vulnerably, without any protection Not even a helmet It's your soul getting cooled After a fire I don't like my soul cooled
I am afraid to fall, especially in love Cause I've got marks But i'm still young Too young to know what real love is So again I have to fall
Not really a poem just some thoughts; with everything else we seem to learn, "Don't go into the flames you'll get burned" but in the flames of love we will get burned over and over again - not caring about the burns we get