There is that softly stoic side of both of us
I know it all too well
In the best of light
Melancholy
Is when my heart feels most alive
Most at ease
They ask whats wrong
You know the rightness in my wrongs
Perhaps I’m expecting too much of your knowing
Its coupled with truth and hope
The truth of dissection
The hope of love
When I analyze it altogether
I see the inconsistent flaws
You find beauty in them
I find beauty in you
And downward glances
Prove our existence,
Is indeed the cause of violent storms
In quiet universes
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