Team Mates
Your music to me
You've seen my through
Binded by forces out of the blue
A connection not yet defined
allowing us to grow and find.
Where we fit in this land
We love oceans and the sand.
Always in sync
yet sometimes askew
but the rope we hold onto
gets us right through.
Searching for a discovery
Of why we are here
and what makes us free.
Free to allow our solid
guard down.
Free to talk freely
with silence of sound.
Twins of sorts
brother and sister
Yet always urging
to reach out and kiss her.
Mutual respect is what
we attained.
But where is it lacking
which holds the most pain.
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