I read those words again for the third time todaynYou make it sound so simple and yet so complexnMy hearts always hidden behind metaphorsnBut why hide when I know you feel the same?nI won't describe you as a sunset, a shadow or a starnI'll just whisper softly through the speakersnTo tell you what only simple words could saynHow I long for the weekend and the smile that I never see on ThursdaysnWe'll wander the streets like we have nowhere to gonBut you always bring me home so that we can be alonenI'll jump the fence one more timenAnd we'll stand on the other side nIn the sheltered shadow of a backyard fencenAnd I'll kiss you like I meant itnI hope you know I meant it...n....And oh, how I wish I could write like younYour words are such sweet perfectionnSo simple and delicate, but yet written so truenI only wish I could write like younBut my hearts always hidden by a metaphornAnd I wonder what all those intricate words are fornWhy hide behind design when I know you feel the samenI didn't hide behind a sunset, a shadow or a starnI only explained things how they arenReal...n