Biology shapes us Society shapes us The circle around us shapes us The book we read, shapes us The road we travel, shapes us
May be... The circle we keep distance Could have shaped us better The book we skipped to read Could have shaped us better The road we bypass Could have shaped us better The fall we fear to embrace Could have shaped us better The collision we prevent Could have shaped us better
Understanding shapes us Consciousness shapes us You are you I am I I am you
ive been going out every weekend i dont know if its bad or good i don’t know if im sad or masking I dont know if i am replacing habits with other bad habits maybe im the bad habit the liable rabbit that fell down the rabbit hole i always seem to overflow producing tears by the bucket load i didnt mean to unload too much unfold too much, save that for drunken spring brunch grateful for my team, i know that much but its hard to me to show my real love but i live and i learn, i larbour and earn i wait for my turn, the tables always seem to turn take a left, trust i’m right, work the day, come alive at night
So this is love? I’ve asked myself so many times over the course of my life. I really didn’t have any examples of what love should look like or feel like. How do you know when it’s real. How do you keep fear from creeping in and spoiling things before you get a chance to understand the feeling. So this is love.
I’ve never been in love but I imagine it’s something beautiful like yellow tulips still closed up so that only I can witness them blooming. Could this be love? I really don’t know because I’ve never had a love like this before.
Maybe love is ink spilled onto cards, poems to paper, words buried deep inside the heart or whispered so low that only God can hear it, “please god don’t let me mess this up. Teach me to be the woman you want me to be for this man but I don’t wanna get my hopes up too high.” Could this be love.
Learning to be patient because you just can’t rush forever. Abstaining in secret because attention from anyone else just won’t do.
Some how I get the feeling that love comes to teach and uplift. Perhaps she brings healing to whomever she touches, Calms all fears and isn’t quick to run away but she is surprisingly quick to forgive.
Love will no longer hide from me. She surrounds me in her warmth and the fear that lies deep in my heart melts away. I will dance freely in her touch and the one who sees my heart will meet me there.
His smile will grab my attention and I will be truly enamored by the sound of his voice and his powerful yet tender demeanor. So this is love, I will say to myself as I am drawn deeper into his embrace, afraid but there is no turning back.
So this is love. So this is love So… this… is…
Thinking about some things. Perhaps a hint of romance that has come into my life. Something is opening in me. I don’t want to be closed off anymore. Freedom to love is my portion.