I see the back of your head.
Staring at the sky.
Wondering where a shooting star will be.
Not focusing on anything around you
Or me.
You can probably see the back of mine too.
Staring at the water below.
Clinging onto the rails
Analyzing unlike you.
But despite us being on different levels.
We're still on the same ship.
Side by side.
Above sea.
Below stars.
Side by side.
Here we are.
YOU ARE READING
Misster Normal (A Poetry Collection)
PoetryEveryone's different. But everyone has the same standards to be normal. So... what is exactly being 'normal'? Please note that every persona is different to represent everyone (although some may share things in common). Credits to the artist for the...
