I think of a day that was ours, and we were two of a kind,
When everything I had was close to me, and closer still were things I called "mine".
I think of the two of us, knowing how it all began,
How I could hear a song sometimes, even though it was silence that we had.
Two of a kind were our hands that held you forever so close,
And every time we could be ourselves, it was something we never chose.
I kept hoping for more, not knowing my feelings would only grow,
And yet there are some things you wish are always clear, things you would never show.
Two of a kind were the moments I had in waiting, in anticipation,
Hoping to find a meaning some days, maybe just to define this relation.
We were called upon by many, we were truly two of a kind some days,
And some would often ask me why we fell apart, why we went our separate ways.
I would tell myself of lost times, of the smiles we shared most days,
The warm hugs and comfort that we could share, kept aside some way.
Two of a kind were our hopes, our gifts & all the little things we did for each other,
The things that were lost in time, some things that for now we will never bother.
I would listen to you, as you would listen to my complains throughout the night,
And yet all that I could find, the reasons I wanted to know you more, more than the reasons to fight.
I kept thinking of an indifferent day, the day we could be quiet, just the two of us,
And everything that was left behind, seemed to have but only begun.
Two of a kind were my challenges, why knowing you more; could never be complete,
Why I still think of the things I realize what we could wish to have and yet could not receive.
When we were waiting by your home, I smiled for reasons I will never know,
Some of the reasons I lived by all this time and some that I will never show.
Some will ask me, do you look back? do you think of everything you have left behind?
I tell them the same thing I keep telling myself, our time had come, but for me we will
always be "Two of a kind"
When everything I had was close to me, and closer still were things I called "mine".
I think of the two of us, knowing how it all began,
How I could hear a song sometimes, even though it was silence that we had.
Two of a kind were our hands that held you forever so close,
And every time we could be ourselves, it was something we never chose.
I kept hoping for more, not knowing my feelings would only grow,
And yet there are some things you wish are always clear, things you would never show.
Hoping to find a meaning some days, maybe just to define this relation.
We were called upon by many, we were truly two of a kind some days,
And some would often ask me why we fell apart, why we went our separate ways.
I would tell myself of lost times, of the smiles we shared most days,
The warm hugs and comfort that we could share, kept aside some way.
Two of a kind were our hopes, our gifts & all the little things we did for each other,
The things that were lost in time, some things that for now we will never bother.
I would listen to you, as you would listen to my complains throughout the night,
And yet all that I could find, the reasons I wanted to know you more, more than the reasons to fight.
I kept thinking of an indifferent day, the day we could be quiet, just the two of us,
And everything that was left behind, seemed to have but only begun.
Two of a kind were my challenges, why knowing you more; could never be complete,
Why I still think of the things I realize what we could wish to have and yet could not receive.
When we were waiting by your home, I smiled for reasons I will never know,
Some of the reasons I lived by all this time and some that I will never show.
Some will ask me, do you look back? do you think of everything you have left behind?
I tell them the same thing I keep telling myself, our time had come, but for me we will
always be "Two of a kind"
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