Maybe love is not what I thought it is, Maybe it is JUST a feeling. Temporary,-
Like the time in Spring
Where the flowers blossom and bloom,- But ONLY because of the rain.
Are we just ALL FOOLS?
Maybe, it is the pain
That makes us yearn to search the world
For things that we don’t have inside
We don’t LOOK WITHIN.
WE JUST SEARCH
And keep hoping,
And KEEP rushing….
to grasp these desires before we Die…
Maybe, you loved the THOUGHT of me,
And maybe all of the others did too.
Maybe life is simply a journey
And you shouldn’t stop to take risks
Or to define something that shouldn’t be, anyway
But in the meantime?
I just have NO CLUE-
Maybe, LOVE is just an emotion…..
It revitalizes us
Breathing life back into parts of us that have long been dead- Swooning with persuasion in our heads
To trust a stranger,
To touch the forbidden
And commit to uncertainty.
Maybe, LOVE is CONSTANTLY, just, COMING AND GOING…..
Maybe I want you,
Maybe, it’s mutual,
But then, maybe
You fantasize about others,
And maybe, that’s mutual too… Maybe,
We ALL have good intentions…. But Maybe,
Our existence doesn’t require acceptance
wouldn’t we ALL be FOOLS? Maybe LOVE, IS BEAUTIFUL,
Like my favorite time of the year,
For ONLY in the Spring
is my Mind available to wonder, So I think,
And only Then, Do I DREAM…
As the cool breeze and vibrant storms take me at night, I simply pause for the Sun to shine the next morning-
And only HOPE for LOVE to FIND ME