And the police man will take no promised words from the man.
For he has a daughter and was once not a good lover.
The boy cannot understand pulling out his clean hands out of his pockets
that were on the daughter’s unlocked door.
Good intentions, from the poor boy.
Father made the daughter understand, the boy leaves with a final stand
of recognition, though not all are determined to ache.
Tough world of trust, no one wants to wait.
For there is no time, what is time?
There is no time.
Love grows underneath father’s nose.
No one knows, made love through shut doors.
Home alone, but they know,
one loving mistake
under society’s blind eyes
will make them run away
to when the blue skies turn purple
and love grows
and doesn’t make sense.
For what makes the couple happy
is never going to make sense to you.
If you once loved, you still won’t understand.
If you were once in love, you’ll roll your eyes to past memories
of judgment and growth.
Love knows nothing but each other, the lovers.
Somewhat confused / in love.