Strangers Story

Sometimes  

I look around 

Watching through a glass window 

Longing to touch 

Something someone 

Smiling laughing with eyes of sadness 

Yet 

They never know 

Myself I deny 

Of whats right in front of me 

Painful sighs 

I breath because I long for something unknown 

Strangers pass by 

With a strange story 

I wonder Sometimes 

Could they be connected 

As one 

Or is one for yourself 

But still I watch through a window 

Untouching 

Unknowing 

Hoping for someone to notice 

My story 

My flaws 

For once to be connected 

To a unknown life flow 

To be once again 

Alive 

Connected 

Ignited  

Reviews

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There is a connectivity to emotional yearning. A common thread that intertwines life's tapestry..You can push these threads away for moments...However they seem to have a life of their own and they push the hell back because in-spite of our imperfections we were born to love and be loved...To feel we belong to something beyond self...This poem strikes a sensitive familiar note...Thank you for sharing it, Lily...