I'm never done with the innocence
You keep over your face.
It's so subtle, to understand,
Whether I'm in love;
Though I know, it's mere obsession
I had, for many other girls;
As many as a small boy can count.
It's so lovely, gazing you.
It's so lovely, imagining you.
But it's not lovely, to love you.
"And why? Ain't I prepared?"
I ask my heart.
"Of course you are,
But not for the heart break."
My heart replies.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
I'm never done with the innocence
You keep over your face.
It's so subtle, to understand,
Whether I'm in love;
Though I know, it's mere obsession
I had, for many other girls;
As many as a small boy can count.
It's so lovely, gazing you.
It's so lovely, imagining you.
But it's not lovely, to love you.
"And why? Ain't I prepared?"
I ask my heart.
"Of course you are,
But not for the heart break."
My heart replies.
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