I'm afraid of not being able to love someone with all that I have. I'm afraid of not being loved. After all these years searching for love in every ruin what if you find you're not meant for it. Rather it's not meant for you. You've to be so vulnerable, give your everything, your soul naked, every layer of your skin peeled off, raw and pink and so sensitive. Question is can you do it? When you're so convinced that you've lost , hands down.
When I was young and naive, all I thought important was money being rich, like those high class people, driving in big cars, living in those glass pretty castle like houses, wearing those clothes heels make up that has always haunted you, but you never knew if that's what you really wanted? Until you have it but can you make that pretty house of yours into a home? Share it with someone all your life and not be bored to death? When you think you've found the one person you could wake up to every morning have that lazy Sunday brunch with them after a crazy Saturday night, would there be moments when you used to look at the stars thinking this is it , this is what I've wanted all my life.and then one day, Would it come and hit you, alright I don't want to do this anymore. When you want a break from all of this and pack your bag in order to discover yourself. People like us itching for love have to know us first and then maybe try knowing someone else.
You roam with your heart up on sleeve throwing it away at this cute guy you met in a train, or this lonely guy sipping this whiskey at The bar , or maybe your best friend when you think he can put with all your shit . You're so desperate to love him so fiercely that you make a wish on these shooting stars thinking wherever you're I'm gonna appreciate every inch of yours, finding what's most important to you, what makes you happy, or hey if you're broken I'll take every part of yours and love it till I make your heart beat again, but have you stopped for a moment and thought that this love that we are willing to give to someone else so fiercely have you given that to yourself?
I don't want to make myself your world, or make you mine and get up one night thinking I gotta get out of This and disappear. I don't want to make false promises rather I don't want to make any promise at all.
Memories, the time we laughed together, stole kisses , danced to our music , gazed at the morning light together, pulled that crazy all nighters just talking , when I fell for that morning face , morning voice and those eyes , they are going to haunt us for this entire lifetime. Come what may , these lil moments are going to flash right in front of your eyes and make your Heart ache but still leave you with a smile on your lips .
My point is everything is made to be doomed. Our story too. We both knew it the moment our eyes met , when we were so close I could hear your breath right in my ears, it was doomed to be a disaster. But who cares , I want to be ruined. I want to be destroyed. Perfect endings are just too mainstream . You give me chaos, you give me unrest.
Thus completely and hopelessly, I'll love you after I'm done finding myself.
When I was young and naive, all I thought important was money being rich, like those high class people, driving in big cars, living in those glass pretty castle like houses, wearing those clothes heels make up that has always haunted you, but you never knew if that's what you really wanted? Until you have it but can you make that pretty house of yours into a home? Share it with someone all your life and not be bored to death? When you think you've found the one person you could wake up to every morning have that lazy Sunday brunch with them after a crazy Saturday night, would there be moments when you used to look at the stars thinking this is it , this is what I've wanted all my life.and then one day, Would it come and hit you, alright I don't want to do this anymore. When you want a break from all of this and pack your bag in order to discover yourself. People like us itching for love have to know us first and then maybe try knowing someone else.
You roam with your heart up on sleeve throwing it away at this cute guy you met in a train, or this lonely guy sipping this whiskey at The bar , or maybe your best friend when you think he can put with all your shit . You're so desperate to love him so fiercely that you make a wish on these shooting stars thinking wherever you're I'm gonna appreciate every inch of yours, finding what's most important to you, what makes you happy, or hey if you're broken I'll take every part of yours and love it till I make your heart beat again, but have you stopped for a moment and thought that this love that we are willing to give to someone else so fiercely have you given that to yourself?
I don't want to make myself your world, or make you mine and get up one night thinking I gotta get out of This and disappear. I don't want to make false promises rather I don't want to make any promise at all.
Memories, the time we laughed together, stole kisses , danced to our music , gazed at the morning light together, pulled that crazy all nighters just talking , when I fell for that morning face , morning voice and those eyes , they are going to haunt us for this entire lifetime. Come what may , these lil moments are going to flash right in front of your eyes and make your Heart ache but still leave you with a smile on your lips .
My point is everything is made to be doomed. Our story too. We both knew it the moment our eyes met , when we were so close I could hear your breath right in my ears, it was doomed to be a disaster. But who cares , I want to be ruined. I want to be destroyed. Perfect endings are just too mainstream . You give me chaos, you give me unrest.
Thus completely and hopelessly, I'll love you after I'm done finding myself.
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