Panacea

Love, hope, personal

Maybe we don't get each other
Maybe we needed to discover
Or maybe we didnt recover from ours prior us
Maybe we were not meant to be lovers

I wonder how we got to laughing
Suddenly to loathing
To making up and continue sweating
Reminisce the aftermath and do it laughing
Still we're not fit for each other or am I bugging?

I got lost in the contemplation
Bemusing my nous on the complication
The thoughts leave a confusion like a collusion
But the thought of being without you...
I guess it omits the doubts and leaves a solution

Author's Note

Sometimes trying is all we need to do before giving up or in, love is special and it's uniqueness in the mass it's just so surreal