Now and then...
Then
There was infatuation, without love.
And I survived.
Then
There was love, without infatuation.
And yet still, I survived.
Now
There is love and infatuation.
I am afraid that this happiness
Will be my death.
There was infatuation, without love.
And I survived.
Then
There was love, without infatuation.
And yet still, I survived.
Now
There is love and infatuation.
I am afraid that this happiness
Will be my death.
Labels: mr.childhood
