I am bad at titles
Behind the torrent of illogical blabber, And behind the placid thoughtful look and the unassuming smile, You and me, we shall find each other. And think of love. Somewhere ahead of the mirage, the horizon And all its kind You and me, we shall find each other. And think of love. Caressing and finding crevices, On a happy glass surface. On each other's faces, The crevices of broken stories. Delving inside, we shall find laughter. Of such stark clarity. Bred by innocence, And wrought by time. And after the lucid emotions, You shall find hope. In faded photographs, And in stupid letters of love. And we might meet, And i might give you an unassuming smile, Come, as you are. We shall find each other, And maybe, think of love.