Love is a fickle thing,
It’s all around, in the small details
Sometimes it’s just a bit harder to find for some people
But it is there, hiding in the bushes or underneath your pride and fear
I found out, you got to let it find you,
You cannot go look for it; it doesn’t quite work that way
It finds you when you need it too
When you’re ready to be yourself and comfortable in your own skin
It will find you then
When you least expect it, it will creep up on you
And life as you know it will be over
Hopelessly romantically over
Love actually does exist
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC
Love is a fickle thing,
It’s all around, in the small details
Sometimes it’s just a bit harder to find for some people
But it is there, hiding in the bushes or underneath your pride and fear
I found out, you got to let it find you,
You cannot go look for it; it doesn’t quite work that way
It finds you when you need it too
When you’re ready to be yourself and comfortable in your own skin
It will find you then
When you least expect it, it will creep up on you
And life as you know it will be over
Hopelessly romantically over
Love actually does exist
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