Stumble

i shouldn't have fallen for you in the first place...
bt then again, had it been a calculated step --
why would they call it a fall...

before the idiocy could restore itself
mie invisible wings have had already
set sails in your breeze
and mie senses were lost
like a toddler in the woods
giving in unknowingly
to the tantalizing lure
that was perhaps owned by someone else...

you're too true to be owned --
the one, from whom the flowers borrow their colors
and the birds owe their songs
and the hopeless romantics draw fodders;
she can't be owned, i thought stupid

yet the late realization dawns upon me and i feel
i shouldn't have fallen for you in the first place...
bt then again, had it been a calculated step --
why would they call it a fall...