“We” doesn’t mean you and me.
It does, but I don’t want it to be.
Because I’m scared, afraid, terrified.
To be hurt, to feel pain, to cry.
Mixed emotions will invade my mind, my sleep.
Thoughts of “us” will thrust deep,
Deep into my heart and soul.
And thoughts of you gone will haunt me whole.
And I care enough to stop,
Before we leave ourselves on top,
With not knowing how to reach the ground,
And our falls creating a sound.
It gives me hope to say,
That today is not the day,
For disaster to strike,
When “love” forms from “like”.
And so you and I, it doesn’t mean a “we”.
But sometimes, the thought excites me.
A/N: Just something I thought of in class, a very boring class which I’ll probably fail, but well, can’t care now so…nothing, I guess…