'will i fall back in love?'
i ask myself when i find someone i like
'will i ever fall back in love?'
i ask myself when i walk away from her
i always wanted destiny to take care of it
most other things were natural, not earned
so that's all i knew how to do,
be wishfully passive
poetically minded
singing silent songs
seeing silver seams
and sieving solitude
out of the sort
i was always the lonely lot in myself
living ever so slyly
loving ever so slightly


Mothagesso