Poem -
Sore Thumb
Room full of blurred faces
but yours stood out to me
I looked in your eyes, I saw your pain
you want to escape, just like
me
Eyes took me exploring
they sent me on a journey
through your eyes, past your pain
ive been all alone, this rage is burning
We know we should talk
but we don’t feel verbal
its the souls recognising
a thirst that is personal
You don’t get it either
we’re beautifully similar
you’re for me, I’m for you
and these years have been killing us
Come outside
lets ignore this crowd
you were once all alone
but I am here now.
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Hey, Chariot. Welcome to Cosmo!
Personally I don't mind being alone.
However, I hate to be lonely.
Many times I've had impromptu rendezvous with a kindred spirit in a crowded room. Each and every time it occurs, it has created a sort of déjà vu effect.
Nicely penned, sir. A stunning and emotive first entry.
~Dean Kuch ♫ ツ ♪
Hello Dean,
I really enjoyed reading your comment.
This has happened to me a few times, too. Thank you for your wonderful words, kind sir.
Christopher
It was entirely my pleasure. :}