Searching, searching, searching.

Trying to find the words to

describe how I feel.

 

The words I find flow through your brain.

Not stopping to be understood but rather

searching for a new destination.

 

Will things ever be the same or

will we always be searching to

find the right things to say?

 

Or will we finally begin to understand

and no longer be strangers

but happy hand in hand?

 

I hope it be the latter

for my hand fits to thine

as a puzzle fits inline.