I used to think
What to be fuss about love
It'll find its way to you
Shouldn't it be nice to picture this

When you hold on to a person
Wouldn't it be nice if they reciprocate
There'll be no such thing
As fear of losing

But that's just all it takes
A second to ruin
Thousands of building
Unless you succeed at hiding

Are this world is all about
Get away from serenity
And chase after injury
Coated by so-called dignity

Do you ever learn
Golden age and genuine affection
Won't come often or even twice
Can't handle it so let it free

© damsel with thoughts