The frequencies, all wired
Differently in each of us,
Way deeper than just words.
Misunderstanding, interpretations and everything in between
Love languages, affection. But what difference is it to me?
Expecting you to understand the difference between touch and time
Expecting you to understand the meanings beneath these rhymes
Spoken the same but it’s the unsaid that confuses me,
Spoken, exclaimed but somehow words, don’t exactly draw me
Allured I am to other ways you could pursue me
But nothing is simple because words don’t see what I see
Difference between a gift and time,
Difference between a cuddle and a ride
Through a mind that is hard to describe in just words, let alone through a rhyme.
I guess that’s what words are.
Hidden beneath scars, I guess, that’s how we are wired.