Love and Fickleness

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There are times that

My love’s too strong

There are times

I’m holding on

To the sweetness and pleasure

Of your love

But why does it feel so hard

To love all your broken parts

 

Is this love

Or am I just alone

But why is it also hard

To let you go

Dying for a deep cut

But that’s only one day

Happiness is so easy

Pain is almost everyday

 

I don’t wanna love you

But I also wanna do

But I think

If love isn’t enough

It’s good to just

Let you go

Someone deserves you

You deserve someone

 

Why do people

When they love someone

Jealousy is yellow

But why do my blood

Boils when I see your dark shadow

Dying when get left

But that’s only one day

Happiness is easy

Pain is almost everyday

 

Do I feel comfortable

Just because you

Would die for me

Or should I be afraid

I might be the reason

for the strength

To be the person you want to be

 

Is this love if I regret

Of letting you go

Or will I just dance to another flow

It’s hard to predict the beauty

And thunderstorm

Love is unpredictable

In the end

You will shut doors



MIND OF FICKLENESS


But maybe yes I'm weaker

Because I have too much pride

And no matter what I do

My weaknesses are still perceptible

 

Or maybe I am more pathetic

I try to avoid history

Trying something new

Distorting past, rebuilding story

 

But maybe I am just played

Or plain stupid

Or maybe there's no aid

Perhaps he is more stupid

 

I wanna run away

But no matter where I go

No matter who wants to die for me

I don’t want them to stay

 

I wanna be out of my body

To wander outside space

Heaven and hell are bloody

My soul can't pace

 

Mama, I don't want to be like you

Your blood runs deep

Submerging my veins

I want to get through

 

No one’s flawless

Scars are secret fears

Or maybe I am mindless

Unable to handle tears

 

Everyone,

I am fickle minded

I don’t need someone

But I know there’s the one 



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