In English we say “Now I am turning into a red flag"
In poetry we say "And when the right one does come I don't think I'd be able to love again.Just how incapable it was to love me.
When the right one comes I think I’ll set him free. If he stays I don't think I'd ever gift.Sad how not just my perspective but my love language also made a shift.
When he lays his eyes on me.I'd question every touch divine or tease.
When he loves me right, I still won't believe in any spark behind his sight. “Oh lord, it's not fair to him.Don't let anyone pay for my sins."
My sadness is contagious still he wanted to swim ….still as I sit
I won't apologize funny this is how they acted
shocked as I realise “maybe ….maybe this is how love dies”.
In poetry we say "And when the right one does come I don't think I'd be able to love again.Just how incapable it was to love me.
When the right one comes I think I’ll set him free. If he stays I don't think I'd ever gift.Sad how not just my perspective but my love language also made a shift.
When he lays his eyes on me.I'd question every touch divine or tease.
When he loves me right, I still won't believe in any spark behind his sight. “Oh lord, it's not fair to him.Don't let anyone pay for my sins."
My sadness is contagious still he wanted to swim ….still as I sit
I won't apologize funny this is how they acted
shocked as I realise “maybe ….maybe this is how love dies”.