Sunday Mode

Sometimes I wonder if I should let be
Let me fall inlove and explore it
Be with someone and allow that somebody
in my life
Trust to grow with him 
Give and sumbit myself to him
Regardless how negative people's opinion can be
Regardless how friends judge things
Like I would often wonder if my friend's want me to have someone
Be happy and marry...
Just that one man
But who is that man?
Can he be my last man standing?

I am always hoping
Trying to not mess up
by being a runaway bride
which starts with the mind
I try not to over analyze 
I try not over think
When I meet and spend time with a man
I only want to love
But yet I turn to fear falling in love
I fear the word marriage
Because it's what turns out to be the word
for just a jerk to use it to get what they want
Words are used against us women
Because it's said that women fall for what they hear
I had to block some of the words as protection
When you just friendly
Today that is taken as flirting
What expression could actually be true 
And make me a submissive woman?
Part of me is communicating this to my heart
Matters of the heart.
I can run away but when the heart speaks....

Can love find me
And will it be true and real enough for me to submit?...