That you think too much,
laugh at the same antics,
disagree the same motions,
but argue them all the same.
That sympathy for the unknown,
feigned aloofness at what is,
when you talked about a feeling,
how did I know what you missed?
you know what I was to say,
when I guess whats on your mind,
the same felt when I asked,
when you answered no question of mine.
heading the same direction,
maybe dreaming the same dream,
wanting the same things,
to share or not though, what do you think?
the melodies aren't same,
yet we sing the same lyrics,
who knows, it maybe what it takes,
to make beautifully imperfect music.
-Inspired by the little things that makes life memorable and worth living. Dedicated to those who make it such for every special person in their lives-