Random Thoughts #2

Mar 23, 2010 18:10

While in dreams they meet, they only look back when they know each other isn't watching.
They fear of loving without knowing

Within in the shadows they meet, they only feel when the other isn't there.
Loneliness runs through their blood but pride they breathe.

A bitter taste, a sweet vision.

A rain of doubt they shower in.
A drink of poison they swallow to forget.

Fading memories, a wordless film
They wait.

Strangers leave

Only to reunite in dreams again.

poem: strangers, poem, random thoughts

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