What makes us different?
How could I save you if we both need help?
How could I touch you if we're too far away from each other?
I want to be with you but somehow our hearts choose separate paths.
You have grown up, and so am I.
You've discovered new things while I remained in the past.
We feel the same pain but the reasons ain't the same.
I asked the Lord, to give us a minute,
that our shoulders might reunite again.
We've come so far.
We fought our silent battles, we climbed, we sailed, we flew.
But when we played hide and seek.
You stepped outside and sought out the goodness that you haven't yet seen. But I, stayed hidden, in every old frame.
Maybe, that's what makes us different.
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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PoetryThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
