Connection (the people we choose to call friends)

it's a simple kind of misery

only a slow, dull ache

like watching your lover

converse with a beautiful stranger

eyes lock

words are exchanged

and you know in that moment 

they've crossed the threshold

of someone elses heart

and you're just standing there

motionless like

waiting for a train on a bustling city street

you watch the world

as it tears you apart

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Reviews

[Ai Lun]

You're a talented poet and I like your style :) well done.

[Justin]

i would rather just not have any friends than fake ones anymore

[A. Amos]

Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing

[Jeannear]

very nice poem... good job

[Mikayla Rasmussen]

this poem is so real and heart breaking. it almost makes me want to cry because i understand the pain so much and the way you describe makes even an ignorant person understand. such an exceptional piece.

[kumars]

yes this is the thought of a real poet, i liked you.

[Dez H.]

Now thats what i'm talking about, that was poetic bliss. I like yo steelo shorty ima have to read more of your works.

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[Calissa Knox]

I can definitely relate.

This is a beautiful poem, with a very creative,
almost unfinished ending.
It made me want to read more.

[Nicole]

Really good. I love it. I can relate to this.

[koty bell]

This was great very descriptive and just a damn good poem....great work!