BrokenEchoes

  There are too many souls here Making too many mistakes Causing too much damage I wander among them Each with distinct scents Each with their own gait Each with individual nuance I wonder about them None of us want this We all want to leave But we keep getting in each other's way Making too many mistakes Causing too much damage.

  Two languages simultaneously One of love     The other of suspicion Telling of beauty and joy     And of secrets and lies Searching at ones sweet gaze Presenting the footprints of the dark garbed burglar Finding one nearby Being followed directly to all my hidden secrets.