A noncommittal attitude

A noncommittal attitude

Nothing hurts more than a noncommittal attitude

'cause I can't find any traces of love.

Don't know when to go further,

and when to let go.

I can't even bring myself to open my arms.

I have to stop here.

After all nothing can go

Beyond a friendship

yet short of a true love.

Rain clouds loom ahead in the distance

I wonder if I am going to cry.

Who is too sentimental, you or me?

I am not convinced,

and start to doubt

whether the man before my eyes

is the true self you used to be?