If we were honest and both wrote a sonnet together, a sandwich with everything on it, at least we would know that the sparks didn’t glow. 

but we owe it to ourselves to try.

So we aim and ignite.

So often I call and I plead with you, ”give me a chance.”
It’s not often that I understand the ins and the outs of what’s wrong and what’s right, so don’t think of tomorrow tonight.
Oh, I know, it goes on, it gets old,

but for now we’re young, we smell good, we’re alone.

You look for a legend, I’m looking for common ground.
Your heart isn’t breaking, and mine isn’t making a sound.

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