Somehow

As long as i keep on walking
Through the fog of my feelings,
You do not need to love me.

I can’t figure out,
Our words,
Our speeches,
Our kisses.
Every princess deserves a prince, as per tale...
I do not have horses and castles,
Not even sparkling swords to defend green Lands;
I look cute in “blue” though!


Let yourself go.
Let’ s chase what our lips and our clothes,
Have predicted, Knotted together upon that chair.

I am there,
Somehow.