Just a lil something that was floating in my mind...People love differently
Some love more intense than others
That public display of affection the makes onlookers grovel
I don't know how i love
Or if i love at all
I was told i was heartless, cold
Made me think the hell with love
Then made me regret love or falling in love or my lack of love, loving
21 years young and am already tired of love
If that's what you call it
One day,maybe, I'll see eye to eye with love and actually understand it
Maybe even display it
Then I'll be one those PDA's
Ignoring my envious onlookers who are just miserable and lacking what i found...Love
Maybe because what i thought was love wasn't just a cloudy misrepresentation
Maybe i found myself
Maybe love was there all along and i just wasn't ready
I often wonder when will i be like India Arie and too sing my tune " I am ready for love"
Well like i said 21 years young, no rush
Guess am just scared of lonely
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