We found a cosy enough scene amongst the chaos, Two strangers connecting among a crowd like anxious magnets in a scrapyard And it felt A first encounter with a lifetime lover from some other dimension; my self in a sense, caught to the reflection of an opposite ***.
We were the 'quiet ones' in our own regard Prone to panic attacks and sudden unruly suggestion of madness and lengthy times of introvert And although there was a lifesworth we never knew There was enough of an understanding to Make conversation. I mostly listened, Lost in your voice. I don't think I'd ever gotten on with Someone so quick but There are some beautiful people in the world that do that: By the end of a conversation you're ready to hold them A million years Or more.
The second conversation came later in the night, Listening to the flowery clock locked to her chest her mouth stirring cockerel shells and laughing honey teeth liltly blind; oceanblue irises circumference marble black pupils, puffy cheeks and half moon lips curled and split in a caring smirk;
it seems impossible to imagine being you and not thinking myself beautiful Yet you say that's the case, And like my expression was open to telepathy She said the very same thing back to me and we both thought I love you but neither could say it.
There probably wasnt enough similarities to make up For the differences.