I see you
Looking
Watching
Waiting
Staring at me.
I wonder and ponder if you are across your own sea.
I can't tell for you are still watching me.
My I cannot feel,
I am not yet free,
But yet there is a lingering sensation as I see you watching me.
I thought I was different although I just might be the same,
Because I see you here,
Looking
Watching
Waiting
Staring at me.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryIf all you felt was sadness what would the world be. This is why we write poetry. ©All Rights Reserved Mature Content
