What they call love
What they call love
Drops of rain leave traces on our sheets,
As though we’ve cried all night,
Because we need
Each other, but can’t stand how we
Need one another
As much as ourselves.
And we need each other,
But we don’t want to be part
Of something bigger than our own heart.
I want to be myself and so do you,
But If I’m only fully me when I’m with you
I cannot see the line between us.
And we wonder,
And we pace,
Guess I’m too afraid to embrace
That this might be what they call love.
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