Let me

Let me live in limerence, just let me simmer, and sizzle in it.

Five hours of dazed, yet hardly hazed, and left quite confused, is he my muse?

It could be love, if neither of us had the wings of a dove, and the tendency to shove… our own aspirations aside

In the name sake of responsibility, let it be limerence, let these feelings float away like ants in a summer stream

Because what if it’s more that lust, what if It’s that painful rug pull called love, with a heart full of things

And missed opportunities, what if it’s too late, and it’s all up to fate

It’s funny to think, we haven’t even been on a date