I tripped into love
on a chaotic whim
Not knowing how to
think it...have it...
or do it...
What a travesty I make
out of true love..
I'm trapped in my love
Sometimes I can't express it
I feel sad...
Maybe because the sun has
wavering pain..
But it could rise most
definetely
If we met on more basic
ground
between the earth and
its dreams
Or if the phases of the moon
dust on us idealistic reflections
