When we love,
is it about the person we love
or is it about love itself?
I think I'm in love with the idea of love rather than the people involved
It's pretty sad, things I want to do:
lie underneath the stars and fall asleep in his arms
watch the night sky flicker into non-existence as we lock our lips and care about nothing else
lie on the grass and gaze into each other's eyes during sky fire because fireworks isn't as beautiful as he is.
but "he" can be replaced.
the ideas will remain forever but people will disappear.
people will disappoint.
people will hurt.
Is this one of my stupid defence mechanism again?
Yet, such love is eternal.
is it about the person we love
or is it about love itself?
I think I'm in love with the idea of love rather than the people involved
It's pretty sad, things I want to do:
lie underneath the stars and fall asleep in his arms
watch the night sky flicker into non-existence as we lock our lips and care about nothing else
lie on the grass and gaze into each other's eyes during sky fire because fireworks isn't as beautiful as he is.
but "he" can be replaced.
the ideas will remain forever but people will disappear.
people will disappoint.
people will hurt.
Is this one of my stupid defence mechanism again?
Yet, such love is eternal.
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