Two people

Strange how two imperfect people

Who haven’t been loved

All the way, properly

Haven’t seen it before in their whole lives

Can meet and suddenly,

Know exactly what to say,

What to do,

When to be brave,

When to be silent,

When to fight,

When to surrender.

When to speak,

I tried to find some strategy to approach this

But somewhere along the way

Your strategy got lost in my strategy

And mine in yours

Did I surround the beast, or did it surround me?

Only god knows what I do next

Where the laughter comes from

I don’t know at all