stay .

I'm not his dream girl.
He's not the man of my dreams.
Somehow, when push came to shove, we found each other.
Do we necessarily complete each other?
Maybe not quite.
Do we have to though?

To fight, or to flight?

Questions unanswered, uncertainties linger like a motherfucker.
Maybe this is it, maybe it isn't.
I've been unhappy in solitude-
Will this attempt be the end of me?
Or will it be a discovery of heaven on earth?

I'd suppose there's only one way to find out.
Moving forward isn't easy, oh no, sir, it isn't.
But then again what's life without love?
How do you find love if you don't seek?
How do you find him if you aren't willing to kiss a few frogs?

xx