More like of the quiet yet noisy type.
Pretty much of a chatterbox when it comes to talking about things you love,
People you’ve met, bands you’ve listened to and books you’ve read.

“Go ahead, I’ll listen.”

More like of a shy person whose job is to keep the walls of the house company.
Yet is willing to give up these walls in a moment’s notice,
For an adventure with someone worth it.

“Go on, I’m listening..”

Could be a lover, a friend, or even an amorphous wraith.
You won’t spot me mingling with a group of people,
I’d rather you to be calling me, begging for a walk in Winter’s cold rain as we shiver and shake.

“Keep going, still listening…”

I do not know who you are I’m talking to,
But I do know that I’d walk for hours and never bite my tongue.
I’d talk about the silliest, stupidest and most ridiculous things that’ll never cross your mind,
But I promise you this:
In a blink of an eye, you’d realize that I’d switched to a poetically deep discussion that’ll split the wiring of your brain.

“I am who you’re looking for, and I am..
YOU.”