While Becoming One.

The woman,

where did she go?

hidden in love

and I search for her

lonely in my husk

can I call her coward?

The man,

Is he friendly?

Hiding in love

I've walked circles around him

lusting to be near

yet remembering my face,

can I call me coward?

I want other hands

where mine refuse

my commands

my life untouchable

who am I,

standing alone

mirror can't recognize me?

The woman,

will she ever come,

love is a colourful place

hidden in her tastes

and I wanting her back

Why'd she leave me here?

Can I call her brave?

The man,

He knows she's not whole

love is to part fulfilled

when my heart is singing,

he has me with my husk

yet it lasts to be forgotten by me

I will call me brave.