We want people to read our diaries…
or we wouldn’t be writing them
We want people to read our minds…
but we confuse them with words
Silence speaks…
but we cut it in between for random conversations
We day-dream…
but we are scared they might just come true
The obvious for you…
is sitting on my blind spot
Like energy, love can neither be created nor destroyed…
it can only be transformed from one kind to another and be transferred from one thing (read: person) to another…
or we wouldn’t be writing them
We want people to read our minds…
but we confuse them with words
Silence speaks…
but we cut it in between for random conversations
We day-dream…
but we are scared they might just come true
The obvious for you…
is sitting on my blind spot
Like energy, love can neither be created nor destroyed…
it can only be transformed from one kind to another and be transferred from one thing (read: person) to another…
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