i once met a friend.....
And she was very bright
she always talked
she told me about the things
she sees thoughtout the day
and when i thought she was done talking
she suddenly has more to say
and when she left was dusk
I did not feel completely whole
and i realized all of her talking
Did nothing for my soul
I once meet another friend
And she was very calm
she looked me as if she knews the secrets
that i held in my palm
she did not speak once
the silence bought me peace
it was as if her silence
was fixing me piece by piece
and when she left at dawn
i felt something deep within me
and i knew that her silence
had set my soul free
no everyone is our cup of coffee
