"Concieve"

A marriage of minds,
Sort of an intellectal intercourse
Resulting in the birth of an idea.

Not a soulution,
Not even close to the problem we see,
The one we try to hide from view.

We stare at the screen,
Holding our inner feelings from each other,
A proverbial knife in the back.

A marriage of minds,
Dissolving slowly in a pool of acid,
The pain slowly eating us alive.

History: This one's about a computer relationship, although I guess it could describe any relationship.

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