Taking something.
And making it our own.
Trying to cleanse our cluttered minds.
Releasing our passions and likes.
Our hopes and desires.
Our wants and needs.
And anything in between.
..
Though sometimes we have bad days.
Not everything is peachy.
Our thoughts don't seem so clear anymore.
Our hearts still get broken.
We shed some tears together.
Though we don't know the other exsist yet.
Our words merge as one.
Inside the mind of a poet.
