what are we?

what are we?
its such a simple question.

but the answer could be full of poisonous daggers aimed for my heart.

the answer could sound like honey on my eardrums.

but the answer never comes as expected.

the answer comes simply.

the answer comes in the way of you asking if I'm safe.

the answer comes in when you make sure i know who i'm with on my drunken adventures.

you tell me your answer through your kiss.

you tell me with your touch.

you show me with your eyes.

suddenly a solid answer isn't important because the truth is we are nothing.

nothing but feelings mixed with confusion.

we are nothing, but one day we might be something.

Reviews

[Catherine Drake]

I love it, i think it could use capitalization at the begining of the lines, but other than that i think it is great.