This, of course, isn’t love, translated…
You’re, the Colorful light that Ran Away from the Curtains
Inside that Darkened Theatre
You’re the Silent Firework, Over the River
That Balloon that I Can’t Shoot Through in the Night Markets
not my photo…
You’re, that Ferris Wheel that Broke Your Promise
I, the Lie that Was, Locked in the Room in Midair
You, the Cross-Section Under Construction of My Dreams
I, the Light that Rushed to Finish the Work, Fatigued
(It’s Not Love Yet)
(Not Love Quite Yet)
You’re the New Words in the Dictionary
Refusing the Good Meanings
imprisoned by love…not my picture…
You’re that Black Hole that’s Majestic in the Words
I Will Give You the Right, to Break My Heart
You’re the Twisted Light in the Blackhole
Inviting Me to Fall in, to that Deep-Seated Wound of Yours
You’d, Wrapped Up the Ugly Life Using What You’d Learned
Will You Turn, into, that Beautiful Scar
(It’s Not Love Yet)
(Not Quite Love Yet)
not how love’s supposed to feel, is it??? Not my cartoon…
You’re the Merciful Judge
Giving Me a Guilty Verdict for My Kindness
If I Love You
I Shall Put on My Prisoner’s Outfit
(I am the Prisoner
You, My Most Gentle Penitentiary)
Yeah uh, this doesn’t sound like LOVE at ALL!!! I mean, why would anybody willingly, turn oneself in, to JAIL, especially when the only CRIME you’d committed, was falling for that certain someone? And besides, love is supposed to set you free, not make you feel locked up and bound!
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