Category: Writers Block
We travelled the world on separate paths stealing glances between the trees,and sharing moments from afar. Though our voices could call out in comfort,our hands could never touch. and no matter how dear or true our hearts might have been,they will never beat as one. As we move along two lives in parallel, we swapped stories on quiet nights and bared ourselves like never before,we marched forward pushing through tragedy and triumph with a constant eye to the path beyond. Aching for what awaited through the howling trees. Though we picked up fellow travellers and bonded with other souls, the face beyond the trees haunted us both. But as two lives in parallel doomed never to meet, we made our own happiness and found our own dreams while waiting for the 2 paths to converge. Yet, even as we wished on every star for our roads to intersect we knew we could be in the arms of another,unable to share the desired embrace. Still, no cruel twist of fate could keep our souls apart, and whether we meet as friends or lovers, neither shall endure a broken heart. So as we stand here silently two faces between the trees, lets raise our glasses to toast the stars and give thanks to friends and lovers. For no matter which role you play the result will be the same two hearts will be light at least for 1 day.
That's a really interesting subject. If I read your meaning right, this might easily apply to two people here on the zone. You talk to people and know you feel an afinity for them, but the chances of your ever meeting and becoming friends or even lovers, is oh so slim.
You have definatelty misread it and your also wrong it's very dark
In that case, I guess this poem is beyond me.
I'd say so.