Monday, May 21, 2007

Disconnected

You're standing beside me,
Yet so many worlds away.
In a place where rocketships don't exist
And bridges are not possible.
What you're thinking, I may never know.
What you see, I may never see.
I open my mouth and we start to talk.
The noise reflects off our skins
And we both left here alone.
I just wish that I could understand.

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