Is there hope in having our fingers crossed,
Or are we destined to be forever star-crossed?
Should I hope that these arms locked,
Will keep each other from falling apart?
Will the vows that from your lips promised
Be all that you said and more than it?
Maybe all that I’ll ever be is a skeptic,
But I question the strength of a mindless heart.
Love, you leave me breathless, yes you do
You also make me feel helpless, that much is true.
Like a child following blindly, is how I feel with you
Loving and being loved by you is a deconstructive art.