I’ve figured it out but not said it Love has been diluted My dreams have gone far away The difference between being happy and unhappy is becoming a thinner line I’ve made a mistake, wiped away the tears, let go, and regretted it
Loving you has allowed me to discover myself and realize how complete I actually am Everything is worth looking forward to Loving you has allowed me to find my purpose
The flowers don’t bloom, the trees don’t sway, but it’s alright. I can wait for love But realizing loneliness is admitting defeat I love because I exist. Will one go out of one’s way to find that happiness? Will the right person stand up for me to see?