When I see the world
All I see are shapes
My family, my friend
Just shapes with no end
It bothers me to see
The shapes around me
I'm different from them
And I can't be like them
I tried to be one
It cannot be done
Because I am me
It's meant to be
Then you appeared
The human I feared
Because you see me
Like the way I see
To you, I'm just a shape
For me there's no hope
At least I am not alone
To be in my own zone
The love I felt for you
Wish I was like you
But unlike you, the best,
I'm just like the rest
Another shape.
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Hearts of Roses
PoetryA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
