once i thought i'd love only once.
once i thought love will never come to me again.
i once thought i met the one.
i once thought i could give up eveything, if only he took me.
once i thought the kind of love i want is actually destructive--
a downward drawing force, but even so i have no fear to fall, if only for him.
but now i know i learn nothing.
everytime i fall, and then i fall again.
unfortunately and ironically.
mistakes repeat themselves, with different sorts of variation.
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