many times i check the windows and in the back of my mind
did i enter the correct tunnel why do i feel that this is wrong,
not because i've entered without even thinking about it,
but this emotion shaped as a man do not reach up to my love,
many times it tests my patience,
many times i see myself overthinking a lot of things
this guy gives me the most comfort yet,
he leaves me the longest the my mind wanders different planets,
different possibilities, different scenarios, different versions
and i cry, ball my eyes out,
i couldn't sleep nor eat,
this thoughts are a melancholic version of the past
and the question is,
do i really not deserve to be loved with the purest intentions?
last time i checked i was not a naive explorer anymore
but when it comes to people i love,
i lose all the time
i'm so tired of burning myself for your comfort,
i wish i was better than this,
more loveable than this
but i stay even when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes,
because love is a cruel curse struck upon by the cupid,
and equally rewarding to the right person
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 5:31 AM UTC
many times i check the windows and in the back of my mind
did i enter the correct tunnel why do i feel that this is wrong,
not because i've entered without even thinking about it,
but this emotion shaped as a man do not reach up to my love,
many times it tests my patience,
many times i see myself overthinking a lot of things
this guy gives me the most comfort yet,
he leaves me the longest the my mind wanders different planets,
different possibilities, different scenarios, different versions
and i cry, ball my eyes out,
i couldn't sleep nor eat,
this thoughts are a melancholic version of the past
and the question is,
do i really not deserve to be loved with the purest intentions?
last time i checked i was not a naive explorer anymore
but when it comes to people i love,
i lose all the time
i'm so tired of burning myself for your comfort,
i wish i was better than this,
more loveable than this
but i stay even when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes,
because love is a cruel curse struck upon by the cupid,
and equally rewarding to the right person
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