A single melody.
A single speech.
A single heart.
Single is a word to describe.
"One thing,"
But in my case.
It describes my relationship status.
Though that doesn't mean I have limited love.
I have so much of it, I need to throw some away.
The people I look forward to meeting.
"Crushes"
I have had many of them.
But what can I do.
A coward like me.
Love is something that has to be earned.
Yet mine is thrown on the ground.
Nobody can earn it.
Because I have no more to spare.
I can't earn others love to fill my empty space.
Because what can I do.
Nobody will ever know.
How badly I long to change.
From single.
To taken.
