Voices travel from heart to heart
Though maybe sometimes that's not where they start
Overwhelming emotions drown out love
But what is all this, is anyone above?
Catchy phrases we use to describe
The same old thing, thoughts we hide
Truth covered but starts seeping through
with experiences and age old truth
I watch myself, day after day
but never in your tell-tale way
everyone seeing different angles
explaining until thoughts in mangles
untying knots, a difficult task
all these thoughts we try to mask
speaking beside myself, constantly alone
my train of thought will forever roam.