I shall call myself
Home
Sit across you
And sing a heart to heart
Song
I have
So many questions to ask
Hoping after hope
For honest replies
To the mysteries unresolved
To the dark side veiled
By crooked smiles
To the tears unshed
To the wound untreated
To the pain unembalmed
I guess
You will open up to me
And I perhaps eagerly to you
Till we find the fulcrum
On which to balance
Our tears and smiles
Pains and relief
Wounds and sutures
Till then
We shall seek moments of truth
Unto ourselves
With hearts half healed
Flesh half scarred
Notes unmusical
Lyrics jarred
Thoughts unrevealed
Unsaid, unfelt, unspoken
Squashed
Mysteries unveiled
Yet far apart
One day
You and I will be one
Till then....
The quest continues
Unembarked
One day
I will bring you
Home
You and I
Together
Shall build a nest
Of songs and lyrics
Of your and mine
One day...
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