Aren’t we just making a scene?
Painting these digital walls
With our pain,
Putting our very [personal] lives
Out on display,
Letting our emotions
Pour out onto these pages.
[As if they could ever be contained]
Though I must say,
Our attempts at keeping our feelings
Is quite amusing,
Even if it’s futile at best.
[Like a dam trying to hold back the floodgates of Heaven]
And if mere words could make the world understand
The intricacies of this love we share
I assure you, [darling]
I’d fill a thousand, thousand books
[Though it would never be enough,
There just isn’t words sufficient
In the English language
To do us justice]
But you know
There are some who believe
Is a virtue.
It was never one of our strengths.
Hah.. I think we were having a contest to see who could be the least subtle.. and I think I won.