I don’t know if I love you
What if I don’t?
I think I’m starting to love you
But what if I won’t?
I guess I want to be with you
What if I’m wrong?
I feel happy when I’m with you
What if it’s not enough even for a song?
Well I guess if I consider these things so carefully
I will never enjoy life fully
Whatever works if it feels right
To get to this conclusion we don’t need any outstanding mind
Let’s just live our lives day by day
And truly appreciate what comes our way
Let happiness be our guide to what’s right or wrong
It might as well turn out that together we do belong
How much longer are we gonna pretend
That we’re not living our lives second hand?
Now, would you tell me it doesn’t make sense
That I want to search for myself without defence?
And please don’t tell me you love me unconditionally
Finally admit that you would cease to if I stopped being me
Do you know if it’s me anyway?
I keep on changing and changing every day
Perhaps there is no point in my present sorrow
Why even care what’s it gonna be tomorrow?
I don’t understand what has happened to me
So happy I used to be
Now nothing seems to matter at all
Even though I’ve managed to find my goal
Maybe too positive is just not healthy
You have to be sad and confused and not so wealthy
From time to time being down is so enjoyable
There’s some sick ecstasy in it, seemingly not probable
Do you find me even more insane?
I guess I know who is to blame
Although dreamy, I sometimes get quite sceptical
At the same time I hate all that is logical
It is probably getting quite boring
Just my usual unusual moaning
One number up in my age
And so I started considering some great rage
Please don’t wonder what I really meant in here
You can instead have fun with a cup of beer
As I always say the choice is yours
But you’re already here, so you’re gonna go through it, of course
I’d like to thank a lot for the following award in the Thursday Poets Rally:
I nominate Touch 😉
Warm sunbeams on our faces
There are so many places
We’d like to visit together
Our feelings seem to last forever
On the golden sands of Portugal
Beside its eternal
Mysterious cliffs; like ramblers in deep thought
We watch our souls being caught
Into the love’s treacherous net
Now that our hearts have finally met
There are only two options left:
Connecting or theft