34 Hi! there's not much I can at the moment say about this one but it has been a while since I've gone back to this one and I can remember its moment of inspiration well. Its that feeling of talking yet what it is and the relevance of understanding seems irrelevant but connection is still made regardless of the circumstance. It's something like that....but anyways here's the poem that is yet to get a title and does'nt seem like its going to get one anyway. I rarely come up with titles right away though, as long as the piece is there to the writer's liking. Enjoy!
Your words are not known of comprehension no clue what you even said
No clue of your meaning all I know is that we're going to be friends
I don't know who you are but you want to talk nothing but sounded gibberish
Too much else before me all that outside influence
What seems like logic has lost all meaning for now
Keep on talking I know that occurrences of everyday are trying to stop all this positive talk
But is said distraction preventing all proper speech from view?
Your words never even made any sense
Your words are spoken for you alone
and in the listening department I do a good job
Even when as in this exact case it is but a story and a game
But is said distraction the cause we've been looking for?
Or is it but the reality behind your every word.
Maybe it's an unconscious choice of my own in which I never even knew.
At least its the conversation of destined friends
Entire understanding and the topic we got becomes but an irrelevant fact
- Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the poem! -Rosebud