Monday, November 11, 2013

Star Crossed

A mix of me, and
my awesomeness,
A dash of you and 
your attitude.

Its simply me,
my existence,
and the silence 
that envelopes me.
A dash of you, though,
gives it another color

I want to shun the words
and embrace silence.
My speech must be muted
to be understood.
Your speech has words
and nothing else. So,
I let your verbosity
battle with my quiescence.

I want to sit still, and
freeze the moment
lest life takes its own course,
defying my intent.