Sometimes I think we may be the same person.
So much that;
when you tell me secrets
I already know them.
When you laugh;
smile;
cry;
frown;
I do as well.
Maybe more so,
as I have the emotion of two people
filling my heart.
Sometimes, I think we may be the same person.
So much so,
that when I dream a dream,
you dream the same one;
waking with the same song
stuck in both our heads.
So much so,
that when I leave,
I feel a giant hole in my center,
the perfect outline of your heart.
So much so,
that sometimes I really do believe
that we are the same.
To you: I know I write a lot of negative things, but the good things out weigh them by hundreds. I'm just too scared to show you.