Most choke and can't even speak in their native octave
But I, I can talk to you
As everything I am
With everything I want to say
Pouring out of my mouth casually
And you always seem so eager to listen
And with kindness
No sarcastic meanness like I'm used to
But honest sweetness
How amazing is that?
How often does that actually happen with me?
I can't help but anticipate the next time we cross paths
For even if we don't talk
We at least see each other