Disarray

A boy,

who thought of little,

in both concept,

and himself.

Still raw and tumbling,

gazing at his malcoordination,

in dizziness,

without a compass to lead.

A girl,

who flowers envy,

and diminishes sunsets,

without fail.

Looking for an identity,

lying behind the looking glass,

a silhouette of what she is,

and what she wants to be.

Thus a chance was given,

which the boy fumbled,

and the girl picked him up,

with questions still looming.

Who am I?

Can this work?

What is on his mind?

What is on hers?

Two years had passed,

there was no more boy or girl,

it only existed a guy, and a lady,

back at square one: alone.

And they grew apart.

Still being too young to love,

but too old to take it light-heartedly,

fizzing in the gray area of doubts and solitude.

Where he stares,

with one eye back at her,

and another away from the past,

as he tries in vain to move on.

And she stares back,

with tears and regrets,

as she slowly creeps,

still searching for her identity.

They both bleed their hearts out,

because that's the only thing they can do.

In this broken world,

filled with fear and deterrents.

Lonely Day - System of A Down