From The Outside

I want to hold you in my arms,
But you’re not mine to touch,
You’re not mine to love.
Your heart belongs to those other girls,
Your life revolves around their desires not yours.
To them you’re a game, a carnival gimmick.
It pains me to see you acting like a sideshow.
I’m Crying and pleading for you to come to my side,
I try to break through the transparent walls,
But I can’t shatter the glass.
I pound with my might driven by my fear,
My fear of losing you,
The one wish I have is for there to be a chance for me and you.
I watch in despair as you run to their arms.
My heart freezes as you fold to their warming charms.
I just watch and stare in the cold rain.
I don’t how much I can take of this pain.
But if this is what you want, what you truly desire
Then I’ll leave you here; leave you to your heats passionate fire.
If there can’t be a you and me,
Then all I want is for you to be happy.

Reviews

[Krishna]

I like the portryal of the feminine and the relational in this piece, it brings alive issues of jealousy and possessiveness that I think is universal to the way our brains are hardwired through aeons of mating, keeping and losing mates. How very realistic, and while we attempt altrusim, how even that seems at times self-serving. Well done.

[lilly wildfire]

wow sarah. absolutely amazing.
major props on this one, nearly made me cryy (pathetic, right?)