Belongsㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read
I’m standing on an empty field of love
Standing lamely with flurry
Still breath but have no gripㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
How could you know that you belong to anyone?
They may have another you
How could you be assured that you belong to somewhere?
Cz each place may be replaced
How could you be convinced that you belong to something but yourselves?
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
I’m getting on my knees
From the unsteady foothold
On an empty field of love
