Chasing the Chaos

Simple

        A simple, modest hello, 

        followed by my name, 

        it caresses your lips, 

        Like the kiss that I would bestow, 

        I take all the blame, 

        For sinking like the broken ships. 

        

        There's something deep within your eyes, 

        I wonder if you see my soul, 

        It has nothing to do with knowledge, 

        But something deep; that implies, 

        You are my missing piece; my whole, 

        I only wish we would acknowledge. 

        

        It's simple, like a painting of only blue, 

        I see each shade, within the shade, 

        You see the whole, and wonder why, 

        I seem to see a different hue. 

        But my sore heart has conveyed, 

        We agree on the color of the sky. 

        Simple, uncomplicated, so much that it is, 

        We never speak of it aloud, 

        Afraid of eachother's voices; beytrayed, 

        But there is something about being called his, 

        The truth, our words, we never allowed, 

        Too soon, we both, of us, are afraid.