This is not another love letter
These are random thoughts translated into words
So that you can understand
What I also don't understand
Loving is not being always sure
It's accepting that nobody is percect for nobody
It's being yourself, no need to fake it
It's trying to forget and not being able to get away, get away
I thought of leaving you
Looked away so many times
But when I think about someone, it's for you I close my eyes
I know I have never been perfect, but with you I can be
Even myself, and you will understand
I can find images in the clouds
I can tell you my nightmares and random things
I can take off your clother
I can do whatever I want
I can lose my mind
But with you I'm at ease, at ease
So what are we going to do now, I don't know
After all, is love everything?
If this is not love, what else can it be?
I'm learning too