The sacrifices I have made are immense.
The lies that I have made for you are tense.
And my actions do not even make sense.
Is this love? Or stupidity?
Yesterday I was a timid person.
Always sorrowful and always hushed.
But now you’ve made feel beautiful.
Made me compelling.
Is this love or am I hallucinating?
Why did I fall in love with you?
I was never deafening or archaic.
I was just a basic person.
And you came and made me fall in love with you.
Did you ever love me?
Will it end excruciatingly?
Will the love you are pouring have drought like the Atacama desert?
If this is love can’t it be forever green?