Uncertain
i feel certain things shouldn't be done
in the name of love
sure we may gravitate towards each other
in a time again...
in four years.
but who's to say that
maybe you aren't the love of my life
and i'm not ready to admit that
i'm not ready to digest
feel
or comprehend that...
not with you.
not with us.
but what do i do?
maybe the love of my life is still out there looking.
maybe love isn't real. its a thought of comfort we all want to feel
and for the ones who don't, they are the masters of this life.
this light...
there is none.
of either.
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Calese Michelle
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