Strangers

As we walk around as strangers

With blank stares, yet full and busy thoughts,

We're destroying ourselves. 

Just small and shallow words,

After practicing all that we'd say. 

Passing through, not passing by.

Suffering through, saying goodbye. 

Dreaming of us, but living as one.

I want to be friends,

You want to be more.

I want to say something,

You want me to say more.

There is only so much that I can mean.  

There is only so much that you can keep. 

So we continue to be strangers,

Only and except in our sleep. ♥