We make such a great team,
You are the storyteller,
I am your audience.
You are the singer,
I am the writer.
You are the player,
I am your fan.
You are the pen,
I am the ink.
You are the head,
I am the neck.
We make the perfect duet.
But lately,
lately we have been falling apart.
Our perfect sphere is now flawed,
So many crevices. So many blemishes.
What was spotless has become so stained.
my ears yearn for the infinite stories.
I desire to write, the singer has vanished.
the pitch is empty, the player is in absentia.
the ink is leaking, the pen is faulty.
I'm at sea,
It is all happening too fast.
In a blink of an eye and everything we had
is quickly disappearing into thin air.
Just like that.
What happened to us?
What really happened to us?
©awanjo
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