The one thing I don't write about,
That I don't talk about, it's weird.
I feel it in sparks,in gaps, in a short-lived moment.
I can't mean it causes I don't feel it
If I do I may regret it because it doesn't last long.
From afar it looks so good
I want to feel it one day but I fear it will hurt.
With me it's not authentic , it's brief.
It last as long as am not worried.
Love is so much grand compared to what people act out today.
To love you must prove me wrong.