without your name, who are you?
dots of ideas and mistakes
joined to hold together a mind of a kind
filled with lyrics and rhymes
it's quite of a mess, hate and stress
kindness, excitement and bits of stories
chords i can't remember the name of
snippets from the past
nostalgic evenings and warm tea
chocolate cereal and milk
as the morning begins
love for the right people
sometimes for the wrong ones
holding hands in the streets
meets too shy to look
badly executed puns lead to
a great deal of laughter
caring too much but
somehow knowing why
always reaching for
something deep in one's mind
dreamer as i lay in bed
imagining what i could've said
and how cute we'd look together
stumbling on words
because i feel like they hate me
but teary smiling is a gift
sharing headphones and
dancing awkwardly
goodnight text messages
and pointing out every dog
always evolving
not confident yet
but still walking ahead
