Which distance
Our beliefs corresponding
What strain
Our thoughts absconding
Taking the time to reason,
Ponder & contemplate
Our combined future
Viewed as a delicious fate
Which Distance
strain
I Want To Know The Secrets
I want to know the secrets
The ones you have buried deep within
I want you to whisper your love
Kiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin
Running away from sunsets & goodbyes
Feeling the lead of stained windowpanes
These houses don’t hold strained memories
Washed away in the softening of Winter’s rain
I’m freely exposed in these dimmer days
Wrap me with the sound of rigorous hymns
I listen, but don’t fathom your parlance
I can’t keep up with your acronyms
