We are one and the same.
We share the same heart.
No, not the same heart,
The same type of heart;
And we are so full
Of false pride.
Sometimes I feel
Like you don’t care.
No, that’s not right either,
Rather I am afraid
That you don’t know
How to care.
Maybe I mean love,
And what I truly fear
Is my own inability,
To accept your inability.
-conchita.
