"We Were Just Strangers Who Understood Each Other"
– And isn’t that the rarest thing?
Just like accidents,
but it never felt like that,
not when you said those words
and knew we weren’t just talking-
you got it, didn’t you?
Strangers, we are
but when i stare closely, touch deeply
There's something I didn’t even know I was missing
Brown sharp sight lense like warm living room in cabin hid deep in the woods,
and me,
with my pink walls built so high so tough
by tears and blood
But there was something about the way
It all crumble,
without i even noticing
None stars predict it,
yet here,
sitting next to me,
as if it supposed to be
There's no theory,
No need fight for understanding
It just how is it
Weird isn’t it?
And isn’t that the rarest thing?
find this type of genuine bond,
in this rot-brain world?