Love makes me insecure
Because with everything I am aware of
I begin to be unsure
All of the things that I don't stress
In love I over think
I begin to second guess
As I am getting swept up off of my feet
Being content no longer is enough
I start to feel incompetent
And start jeopardizing my love
Because love makes me insecure
Because even when I think it's real
I'm never really sure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Nice imagination, Shilesha. Read my poem, Love and. Thanks