All this time,
What is it to me?
I don't want yet for it to come,
Was never ready
For true love comes unexpectedly
All unexpected things,
May come slow or as fast as you don't think
Will be that time,
Or that timing,
That I might lose something in the future,
When true love comes,
What would I chose?
If true love waits,
Will it be still a right time then?
For sure, waiting kills time
What's left may left as that
Will I be ready for that?
How will I know after choosing,
If it's all or nothing?
Love or lies?
Heart or mind?
I guess, to choose is to cost is to lost
One over another,
When the boat sinks,
Will it be better to save myself from drowning?
Or let myself be drowned with him, together?
Which life is worthy?
A life of a brave soul eaten by loneliness,
Or a life where loneliness were eaten by brave souls?
I don't remember when was the first time I started wondering what true love is for me. I've came up with this unsolid opinion and unsure feeling. Don't get me wrong, I'm not yet there. That's why I can't tell, even this piece won't tell. But somehow, I feel like this is a guide for me.