I could have stopped you
No matter how much concern I might show
Now, you were going to leave
’cause I’m a trouble, I know
But still I believe
Enacting my déjàvu
I could have stopped you
I could have stopped you
No matter how much concern I might show
Now, you were going to leave
’cause I’m a trouble, I know
But still I believe
Enacting my déjàvu
I could have stopped you
You pushed me to the end
The circumference lost its flow
While I got busy trying to mend
You still state you don’t know
When you see a person with a beautiful body as you never witnessed before, you say it’s love. But, is it? So, if it is so, why does that love transfer the moment you witness a more beautiful body? Does love have a tendency to travel, not from a place, but person- to- person? Or does it stay towards the same person, same moment, same place, no matter what? And even if it does, why is it not habit, but love? So, is habit…love?