this is about someone, but it could be about anyone. we all have run in's with people that seem to break the transit of what is 'normal'. also this person will probably never read it...
silence is the language
we interpret from experience
eyes transpire a secret
our solid understanding
locking down a thousand words
lets cradle the past
between sweet embraces
hope to no longer foster that hope
that keeps us chained
and dragging each other along
but since the origin
the seed was planted
an idea that never followed through
now it lingers between soft smiles
between vacant spaces
as our eyes meet again
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