Maybe I love too free
But isn’t that the way love should be?
Without restrictions and evaluations
Just growing temptations
To find out more –
Maybe I love too blind
Never investigating what I find
Only exploring the feelings in my mind
And how your touch is so kind
To my heart-
Do I think too crazily?
That love can be forever baby
That it only has an honest policy
Never a judgmental story
Of appearances and glory
Am I too hazy?
In believing love can heal problems
Shining as a beautiful emblem
Against life’s sharp edges
Cracked and fake ledges
So am I wrong?
When I type love protects
Writes over tears and regret
Am I wrong and should forget?
All that love once meant?
Maybe I love too free
Maybe I love too blind
Do I think too crazily?
Am I too hazy?
So am I wrong?
Questions with answers too long to fit in my head
Wrestling for a space where my emotions once bred
Now battling to configure the prestige from lies that I’m fed
Surfacing to remember the directions of the path I tread
Blatant confusion and whispering perfusions of a theoretical madness take me to wherever I’m led
The trails of my wish list devour the knots to when nothing was said
And only dreams bled – and all my sensations were dead -
But isn’t that the way love should be?
Without restrictions and evaluations
Just growing temptations
To find out more –
Maybe I love too blind
Never investigating what I find
Only exploring the feelings in my mind
And how your touch is so kind
To my heart-
Do I think too crazily?
That love can be forever baby
That it only has an honest policy
Never a judgmental story
Of appearances and glory
Am I too hazy?
In believing love can heal problems
Shining as a beautiful emblem
Against life’s sharp edges
Cracked and fake ledges
So am I wrong?
When I type love protects
Writes over tears and regret
Am I wrong and should forget?
All that love once meant?
Maybe I love too free
Maybe I love too blind
Do I think too crazily?
Am I too hazy?
So am I wrong?
Questions with answers too long to fit in my head
Wrestling for a space where my emotions once bred
Now battling to configure the prestige from lies that I’m fed
Surfacing to remember the directions of the path I tread
Blatant confusion and whispering perfusions of a theoretical madness take me to wherever I’m led
The trails of my wish list devour the knots to when nothing was said
And only dreams bled – and all my sensations were dead -
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