One on One

Laughing, making that familiar connection

The strings of trust built between two people

Not only built, but sewn into the very being of my soul

A coin only has two sides

Being alone or living happily

I cannot make Myself happy

I cant color my walls with self hate

Dreams cannot be of only My traits

Hands are for helping

What are they for if you dont use them?

Venting to myself?...I look like a fool

Finding a friend is heaven

They give me extra wax for my wings

Daedalus had Icarus but

Being alone is insanity

What will you do when your road is a circle?

Same lanes, signs, bumps, and holes?

Gazing at the clouds the same way?

Another perspective is another shape, another door

Just say "Hello."