Look at them, they hold true pleasure in dialogue with one another.
Their smiles seem so genuine.
Their hand holds the other's shoulder while in laughter.
Seems to be a glorious life.
A life where there would be no worry if someone would want to interact.
To always have them, or someone, to be there in your sorrows.
Oh, what a magnificent life that would be.
To think that my wandering mind would not bore them.
To be who I am.
From my sailor mouth to my over complimenting that they would still adore my company.
That I could go to bed knowing I am not isolated from human interaction.
What a lovely life that would be.
Yet, here I am.
Watching them enjoy what they think is a common feeling.
Like the world is a big screen & I am in a lonely row.
I'll sit back & enjoy the show.
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Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
