Being more than singular is our calling
We are one: Melted into the same mold we are one. I feel the moisture from the tears you cried, you feel the heat that rises in my cheeks from the defeats life has handed me. I feel your hands in me as you touch base with what I try to hide.
The levels of insecurity I thought I buried is what worried you. So I became trasnparent so What I feel is apparrent, I did not understand that you make up for where I lack and my defiecencies. I effciently Persecute the thoughts of you flowing through the encrypted me. The one I never believed you would love but you accepted me. I learned to do the same with the provisions I got from seeing your visions of you and I going to the same future you cure my aliments as I make remedies for yours you absorb every sound that leaves my lips and I absorb every drop that leaves your lips. We both believe the kiss is what bliss is divided. I am invited to be something bigger, bigger than me it is something beautiful I could confide in me and her are united.