Love is unpredictable..
One misstep and you fall..
And when he says he loves me..
I bloom like a flower..
A flower that has been waiting for a sun..
But love may not last a life time..
Love can be deceiving..
Love can be hurtful..
Love can be a mistake..
I’ve learned the difference..
Between real love and delusion..
The flower I was before had finally withered to an unappealing brown..
But this heart shall not give up
And this flower shall bloom again
Because if the heart tires of loving
then what is it for?
Love is unpredictable..
One misstep and you fall..
And when he says he loves me..
I bloom like a flower..
A flower that has been waiting for a sun..
But love may not last a life time..
Love can be deceiving..
Love can be hurtful..
Love can be a mistake..
I’ve learned the difference..
Between real love and delusion..
The flower I was before had finally withered to an unappealing brown..
But this heart shall not give up
And this flower shall bloom again
Because if the heart tires of loving
then what is it for?