By Srishti Gautam
Maybe in the next version of us
You are not as gun-shy
And I'm not so trigger-happy
We won't be so jaded
And have an entire lifetime pass us by
We still won't need words
But at least not purposefully
misunderstand
The ones we do use, in trying to get an upper-hand
We may be teenagers in that life
Instead of behaving young
And then moaning about how life has played us false
By letting us meet so late in this one
We may be the same on so many levels but one thing you don't see
I may understand, my darling, but that doesn't mean that I have to agree.