I admit I don’t know who you are
I don’t know how to get to know you, without spilling worthless words, that should have been wholesome melodies
I know I'm a tired soul, and you seem to be so too
Maybe that’s why I felt drawn to you in the first place,
Maybe it was your smile
or just the possibilities that popped up in my head when I thought about you
But in reality, I sit around wondering if you even have a heart which holds love
For the likes of me
Whether I even have it in my heart to love at all
Perhaps my soulmate is the sun when I'm the moon
Whenever you look up and shine your light on the world
I shy away from the possibility to shine at the same time
I could keep slow dancing with you
In an impossible pattern, which only allows me to get close in intervals
Maybe that is the process of getting to know someone
When you can’t figure out what to ask
When you aren’t sure whether you’re more afraid of the questions
Or the answers