Curiosity Kills

Young as I was, curious of this certain feeling

They say 'tis when your heart turns deceiving

And I asked them then, "What is the purpose of loving?

When the ones you've loved, each one of them starts leaving

'Tis fleeting as they say,

And may feel constant at first.

But would all soon go away,

Once lust has quenched its thirst.

Still, I chose to be naive- to stay,

Convincing myself that I'll be more than okay

I did fall for someone and felt fluttery in some way

Isolated my emotions, patiently waited for that special day....

Innocently admiring, then started liking

Secretly loving, silently hoping

Confessing, trying, losing, crying

Knowing what unrequited love was...

It was feeling alive when you'd be slowly dying.