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It is like there are two parts, the watched and the watcher The watcher seeing a struggle to find love An essential ingredient to happiness and self fulfillment You have constructed a wall impenetrable by most everyone Built for protection to keep others out, but why Like a bird with an injured wing I observe you flapping about Flailing at some unknown enemy or force in defiance or defense A look of utter scorn scowling across such a delicate tender face One that could be touched gently like a light breeze by a suitor Oh they have tried, your outer beauty a draw like honey I too know the inner beauty you harbor safely in the bay of hope Away from the rough seas of life where hurt and pain lurk Alas frustration mounts as the dueling enigmas duke it out Like a ring with two combatants competing to best the other A hard fought battle that may see neither a winner, a draw no less Leaving pugilists exhausted and feeling no less loved or cared about An outsider peeping into a window to the soul of a future lover That can be seen but not touched like in a dream
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
Enigma
It is like there are two parts, the watched and the watcher The watcher seeing a struggle to find love An essential ingredient to happiness and self fulfillment You have constructed a wall impenetrable by most everyone Built for protection to keep others out, but why Like a bird with an injured wing I observe you flapping about Flailing at some unknown enemy or force in defiance or defense A look of utter scorn scowling across such a delicate tender face One that could be touched gently like a light breeze by a suitor Oh they have tried, your outer beauty a draw like honey I too know the inner beauty you harbor safely in the bay of hope Away from the rough seas of life where hurt and pain lurk Alas frustration mounts as the dueling enigmas duke it out Like a ring with two combatants competing to best the other A hard fought battle that may see neither a winner, a draw no less Leaving pugilists exhausted and feeling no less loved or cared about An outsider peeping into a window to the soul of a future lover That can be seen but not touched like in a dream
andreas-simic
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
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