Poles

"No." I would tell her.
"This is you and me,
Not correct and incorrect.
Unless you are calling me so."

Unease had lurked in both our faces,
both faces crafted different.
Like poles.

We don't just dance,
we swing:

Shes always saying...
the thing that's agreed,
among the ones she deems wise.
When will it be you
who speaks from your lips?
I'm longing to know you.
The you, you hide with care.
The you,
you think isn't worth being seen.
Well I think its the only thing
worth while.
Though I am could be incorrect,
at least I'm showing it.

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[One Lost Anti-Hero]

Interesting use of dialog to express your message. I am not very sure on what it was, but it did make me think about alot of things.

[Nyu]

Thank you so much! and its just about what it says, talking to people who never say their own thoughts but repeat things they've heard and wanting them to just be themselves.

[CalvinnTay]

It took me a moment to digest your message. You have a unique style of writing. I look forward to read more of your work.

[Nyu]

Thank you :)