Of parallel lines that would never converge.
You and I were just the same,
running around the world chasing our dreams,
weaving colourful dramas out of
our mundane monochrome lives.
You and I were just the same,
building bridges made of thoughts to reach out
to each other whenever words fell short
and spoke often with our eyes.
You and I were just the same,
treading on the same plane carrying each
others burden and revelling in each others
happiness though our paths were never alike.
You and I are still just the same,
or maybe that's what I like to think so
we only chose to move ahead in
different directions now.
You and I will always be just the same
we sure will change with time and age but deep
inside me a part of you lives and
in you I shall continue to exist.
You and I belong to the same old story,
only now writing different versions of it in our heads,
and living the tale
of parallel lines that would never converge.