A/N: This goes along
with my Story called: The NAVY vs. The TEACHER. The guy who inspired this poem
is actually alive, and if you read at least the prologue, of the story, you'll
understand the reason why I wrote this poem. It's mine and ya can't steal it!!
MIRROR
We are a mirror.
I can see our reflection
but I know is my imagination.
I can reach out,
but I can not touch.
If I could only see
more than the daydreaming eyes see.
If I could only feel
the heat of your breath that the air carries.
To
listen to you
is to pain you.
To pain you with desperation.
Knowing that I have you
but knowing that I don't.
Making my soul feel like
I'm living in a hallucination.
Feeding off hope can only calm your hunger so much.
Getting
caressed by your words
is the only touch I let stay with me.
They comfort me when I feel alone,
yet they bring me dispair;
and I heat up some hope on the stove of my heart.
And
as I swallow that hope
my throat tangles and twists
bringing me a bittersweet feeling
that it'll someday stop
and kneel to the waves of the shippery lifestyle
I aspire to achieve.
The
air is the only friend of ours.
He touches me. He touches you.
He's the messenger of our unexplored feelings.
Because talking about them can do so much
but can frustrate so much at the same time.
For humans; to err.
For humans; to pain.
For humans; to love.
God can give you so much hope.
It is up to you on how you spend it.
I
can only touch you with my thoughts.
I can only kiss you with my whispers.
I can only reach out into the air, spread my feelings
in a mist, a light shower of hope
and let the air be understanding with me
and please me for once.
I
do not know how to end
since as soon as the pen stops
the feelings rise up again.
And I drown with these thoughts
that overwhelm my self.