Dear whoever you may be, Cute is my name Everything I do to you has a purpose. All to protect me, of course.
My beloved, I don't claim titles Rather be pages of memories than a memoir. Solely to say we did but you couldn't have me.
I love just to love, never desiring over and above the hype of what others seem to be heart broken And heart mended about. I refuse.
For the sake of me, I love being free. my soul does. but i'll love you detached. I see no problem, i See it only as a cheat sheet. I carry hearts that want warmth.
See, you won't see it coming. You fall, but i was the one that tripped you. Yes, i'll catch you but i Won't be there to nourish you. I am a deadbeat lover.
Method colder than my heart, but it warms me up inside. I have plenty hearts to pick from so do Leave, I'll have plenty to revive.
It's no lie. Not a crime, I love to love but I refuse to love without being detached. Method cleaner than my late night thoughts, but it's a mastery and it fits just to my satisfactory.
Living feelings. Feelings have a memory of their own. Being the current or past emotions. Still breathing love and lust through their lungs, they speak with a breath of nostalgia.
The excitement of a bittersweet awakening, the painful thoughts caused by assumptions and Disappointments, oh how I live life through you both. You know my present and future decisions so well.
But the happiness of new divine feelings drives my old memories to death. Because they give birth to their fertile mind and fruitful heart. They'll restore my hope for internal feelings of forever memories.