He says he's mine,
but am I really his?
Should I push these feelings aside and let him in?
Is their some kind of line that decides if I'm his?
Is this right?
do we really fit?
Maybe I'm in love,
just a bit,
or maybe I'm trying to find a replacement,
for the one I thought would be him.
Green is my favorite color,
It's the color of the life on earth,
the color of the natural beauty everywhere.
I couldn't live without green,
I think you are my green,
I set the freshly made cookies down in front of them,
they smile.
That smile makes me feel warm, happy, it makes me feel full,
Someone new is trying to hold me,
it's so foreign,
they are trying to take your place it seems,
but I think that's exactly what I need,
to look beyond this misery.
I feel confused,
am I happy?
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