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my treacherous eyes scan the crowd,
seeking yours;
i find them without a doubt
out of a thousand others.
but your beautiful eyes,
they scan the crowd, seeking another;
not the pair upon my face,
nor those of a brother.
it is in those moments
i feel so close
yet so unbelievably far
from you;
planets orbiting on different paths
in separate galaxies
destined never to intersect;
and somehow that's all i need.
you can break me and heal me
again and again
and that's fine.
i will endure the sweet pain of it
even if you can never be mine.
YOU ARE READING
becoming
Poetrywriting poems because i have a thing for theatrics. and also because they leave room for imagination. read on?
