I hated feeling like I had to change.
That I had to censor and alter
My thoughts and opinions that kept swiriling.
The things I wanted and wished for
Dreaming big and bigger ideas.
It whispered about a type.
I was intrigued because of the conversation
As it was so transparent it was like
Hearing voices so causal in conversing
That it struck by on repeat
In wanting to know the answers.
Questions lingered in connection
To words said with such a heavy heartfelt sigh
Like he knew her at all through a picture.