you have no face
and you have no place that you stay.
I don't know your name
or your age
or the color of your hair.
but you are mysterious.
we speak the shortest of words.
but our words have so much meaning.
I have all of these feelings
and questions
and I'm unsure of what to do.
what do you look like?
who are you?
your words, although short,
are so caring and kind.
what's it like in your mind?
we are strangers
and there are so many dangers
but I like adventure
and these thoughts are torture.
so show me who you are.
let's not be strangers any more.