You promised,
That feelings grow.
But is feeling really like a seed,
Something that you water and it will grow up and high to where the wind blows?

have their own desire.
Something that us, earthlings,
Can’t even control it with water, nor fire.

So, what if feelings chose not to grow?
What if feelings chose to be infertile instead?
And what if feelings chose to just flow,
To the river of untrustworthy and... What if feelings dead?

All these what-ifs created a war,
And now I just can not think far.

Ah, all of you what-ifs battling inside my head,
What would happen to you if I surrendered to the seed inside my heart?

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