Tuesday, June 9, 2015

What Is Love

We fit in a box 
No unfinished sentence 
Or period 

No smeared or blank conversation 
We speak with out talking 
We hear with out having to listen 

There's something to be said about magic 
The way it's unfolded 
Two magnets from two ends of the earth 
Collide in one room 
Under a million circumstances 
To only be reminded that they just get it 
As one world becomes two 
Never really becoming one again