Lately, I stand for contemplation,
For this love, that I can't switch off and also don't want to fall for,
Staring at your face,
Evaluating this heart of mine,
Sick of darting at the red lines.
Tell me—
Is your heart worth reaching for?—
I see—
A spark in those beautiful eyes,
Does it resemble your heart?—
Do I truly know your mind?—
The green lines,
They are found in my heart,
The key words aren't timed,
We don't outsmart love,
But in confusion, we might be color—blind.
©noreil
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