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It is hard to write something about yourself when every day you stumble upon something new. So, I would like to keep it simple; Waiting to be discovered.

Monday, September 12, 2011

You and I


You and I connect on many levels
Not the mundane but the unusual.
We connect on the music we play
Or the songs we hum
Or the crazy show we catch every night.

You and I connect and run away
From all that we know is possible.
We connect and break the thread
Of similar sentiments
Of reflecting dreams.

You and I are so afraid
To say the words which really mean?
We could touch our souls
And find eternal bliss
And find final resting place to call home.

Yet all we do is run in circles
Of words and fake laughs.
We negate the pulse that tells the truth
Of the desire in our heart.
We are forever in denial.

Scared is our much scarred heart
To indulge in any more games,
For it is easier to have a friend to call
At 2 AM, than have someone to love
In the waking hours of the Dawn.