Parallel

Parallel

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Chained are two hearts parallel
That cannot touch, wanting,
They reach out.
Forbidden, condemned.
Two lines never touching,
Never reaching, so close
So far, aligned, parallel.

Two lives carved out
Parallel their sights
Side by side never
Meeting as one. 
Two lovers parallel
Their view from a distance.

Parallel, aligned:
They watch, they long,
Desire for love, together
Fruitless, lost, wanting time..... lost.


While highest colours 
Touching others.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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alf
Hi Andrew. As I read this the first time, I kept seeing those double line markings on the road. So very true that parallels occur in life, sometimes in the romantic sector, which can have really sad consequences!!! loved this, a reflective piece, it seems to me!! great write, alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

based on a french sbs movie alf only reflective for me parallel with the Tv if I could have had din.. read more
alf

9 Years Ago

Wow!!BB reigns . . or did, back in the day
So close yet so far :( Your work expresses the pain of not able to get our loved one forever in our life. Keep writing more :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

lol C Kumar , this write is about a SBS Movie I saw on 2 couples not about me my friend and thanks .. read more
I'm seeing two people, on the same path, the same, but still forever separated, so sad!

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Based on a SBS movie I saw where 2 couples where having dinner only to realise 2 were secretly in lo.. read more
marcus

9 Years Ago

our inspiration can come from so many different places!

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andrew mitchell

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