Love

Maybe it’s love

Maybe it can hurt me

Do you not want it

Anymore?

Essentially,

I’m not a songwriter, but I can see a trend. Obviously we’ve met until we can’t. What happens, next?

I’ll learn and I’ll study, I’ll frolick and I’ll play, but I totally realize, I can’t see you today.

Tomorrow.

What about yesterday? What about the day before? What about RIGHT NOW. Essentially, I have nothing to lose. I do, but I can’t see you don’t. I just want to believe it.

Still, maybe time is still passing, and at the same time, there is no