Trusting Flights Of Innuendo

Two peas in a pod we are, And twisted. Shadows of each other's pain missed, When ignored and pouting! Shifting with unwarranted doubts Trusting flights of innuendo over facts Without fiction! Ready to 'read' me As if you have chapters already re-written! And when I'm not around... I'm accused of not understanding your love! How can I? We are both applying the same technique! If we're going to continue to do that... Can we at least take some time off, To just be together? And dropp the spy routine! We only end up following each other back home!