Sometimes I need you
Sometimes I don't
So I write metaphors all morning about all the ways that we love
And all the ways we don't
But, would we love each other so much with out all of the distress?
Becasuse what is tranquility with out disharmony?
What is clarity with out obscurity?
What is the Sun with out the Moon?
Whst is me, with out you?
Unconsciously, you are my solace
And I am yours