Uncertainity
Will he stay or will he go?
Should I stand or should I follow?
He says I’m cute but he’s still unsure
For this uncertainty is there a cure?
I like him I guess
Everything is still a mess
As I sit on this bench and contemplate my life
Oh how would it feel to be somebody’s wife?
My heart panics yet it’s calm
It tells me to fear not but brings chaos like an atomic bomb
At times he seems unreal because he checks all my boxes
It feels like the universe is planting a bunch of hoaxes
He is a sweet talker that’s for sure
Oh what would be the end of this lore
I pick the petals; he loves me he loves me not
Oh why does it feel like I’ve been shot
I pick myself up and leave it up to fate
Praying and hoping for something great
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