Maybe I don’t love you.
Maybe I don’t need you.
Maybe I don’t want you.
Then again…
is the sky green? Maybe,
are fish good hill-walkers?
or maybe, just maybe if it isn’t true
I didn’t love you, you. The Earth
is a sausage and I am the mustard you
can’t find.
But, maybe, all of that was a lie.
Just words-a pen cannot choose what to
write,
maybe just maybe, if the earth is round,
you and I found that the fish are safe in
their sea
I’ll never let you slide
away, my love, my want and need.
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