your warmth is my mind's peace
yet, the ease of my soul doesn't quite fancy you

as simple as it may sound
I can't decide
indecisive, as I have always been
I went on with the flow

and life or say desire chose you
for granted seems the soul to us

your apparent supremacy comes from your egotism
for my soul will accept me anyhow

My affection is blinded by the thought of your delusional perfection
for I see through my imperfections quite well

at last, I endured the agony I chose
the misery that comes after bliss