Here I go again rushing to be loved & to love
Wanting the feelings of sentimental affection but not wanting to cuff.
What if What I want changes , what if we seperate And only talk depending on what the day is…
I wish I could tell the future & past…..
Writing our story like history class & we laugh ..
To young to understand these commitment issues but understanding these are the lives we choose.
It’s something about broken people , I fall for feeling equal.
I can’t explain that pain, I can’t explain why the salt in your tears calm me like unforgiving rain.
I guess it’s the realism in your heart that engulfs me but real ain’t always perfect that’s why I always count to three.
1st chance to see if you break me
2nd Chance to see if you hate me
3rd Chance to see if you change me
I can’t describe these feelings
But saying I love you too fast is my worst fear x a billion.