I'm scared of the unknown,
But should that mean,
I should bow down to the unknown?
I love you,
Of that I'm sure,
A leap of faith, Or another crashing fall?
What if,
Someone out there,
Connects better to your soul?
A rosy cheeked girl,
Holds in her palm,
The joys of all your favorite festivities
Do you think,
My love is worth,
The life that you are giving?
Maybe, we can leave the world behind,
Not that it ever cared
much about you and I
But about the plethora of differences,
Of culture and races,
That separate us.
What if ours was the love,
That burns too bright,
And hence should end too soon?
I have always been,
Scared of the unknown,
Concreted path,
Is what I prefer to walk on.
After all,
The waves of sea,
Also subside to a rhythm.
You see, all my life,
I have been scared of the unknown.
A yes or a no?
Hate to keep you waiting,
But I really don't know
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
I'm scared of the unknown,
But should that mean,
I should bow down to the unknown?
I love you,
Of that I'm sure,
A leap of faith, Or another crashing fall?
What if,
Someone out there,
Connects better to your soul?
A rosy cheeked girl,
Holds in her palm,
The joys of all your favorite festivities
Do you think,
My love is worth,
The life that you are giving?
Maybe, we can leave the world behind,
Not that it ever cared
much about you and I
But about the plethora of differences,
Of culture and races,
That separate us.
What if ours was the love,
That burns too bright,
And hence should end too soon?
I have always been,
Scared of the unknown,
Concreted path,
Is what I prefer to walk on.
After all,
The waves of sea,
Also subside to a rhythm.
You see, all my life,
I have been scared of the unknown.
A yes or a no?
Hate to keep you waiting,
But I really don't know
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