Tiptoe.
Step by step she moves
Towards her goal.
No one there beside her
To help her if she falls
Or falls victim to failure.
Where is he?
She is tired
She is dying.
For years her war is raging.
Against those around
Those who oppose her.
Overwhelmed,
Too much to handle.
Shaking with fear
And crying the tears of pain,
She is fighting for love.
Where is she?
He's been searching for ages
For that girl that he loves.
So much love he has for her
But for some reason she doesn't realise.
Out of ideas with nothing to do
With no intention of giving up
He carries on looking,
Looking for her.
Everything is relying on this
One chance.
No more if he messes up
Failure.
Hope is all that remains
Desperate, walking turns into running.
As he searches for the last girl which he loves.
So close now.
At last they have arrived
Both together.
But parallel
So much so - parallel worlds.
Dividing the two forever,
Same place
Same time
Occasionally seeing each other passing by.
But never touching, forever loving.
Always apart but never separate.
- Author: Owen Osborne (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 28th, 2018 16:51
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
A truly refreshing expression of love missing its mark and the form you chose adds to the power of being close yet apart - - an engaging read Owen - I look forward to reviewing more of your work.
Holy fuck.
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