The two times we spoke, I was on a bench
One stone, one wooden
we never talked on the phone like this
there were negotiations made
there was room for silence
Our styles might be similar, that puts me at ease
By calling it meant needs are worked to be met
and that is treasured
So we tried putting the puzzle together, amongst what's given
eventually, I saw the role that I am made to fill
Amidst all I still wonder if all that's left will be squandered
If I am taking the wrong risks
just because of the strong feelings I have for you
I wasn't sure if I was love struck
and this is part of the consequence
I still read very well, no matter how much I'd like to hide
You are a genuine person
I thank you
amidst the many more synapses
may our love take place and coexist
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