The Window

Freedom.
Failure, but no punishment.
Happiness.
Anger, but no consequences.
Creativity.
Emotions, but no hearts broken.
This, outside the window, is what I seek.

Here, behind the window, is everything I wish to get away from.
Captivity.
Failure, but severe punishment.
Sorrow.
Anger, but deadly consequences.
Blank minds.
Emotions, but a thousand hearts broken.

The only thing that seperates me is this glass window.
I put my hand against it.
It's cold.

My reflection puts it's hand to the window.
It's warm.

We're trapped in two different worlds,
Each of us wanting to be with the other.

But what seperates us,
Is this clear, glass window.
Unbreakable, yet broken.

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I don't know where this came from..

I was just overwhelmed after what happened to me the day before yesterday...

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Watchoo think?

I know it doesn't flow very well... I was trying to make it different yet cliche' at the same time. It's weird.

We're trapped in two different worlds,
Each of us wanting to be with the other.

But what seperates us,
Is this clear, glass window.
Unbreakable, yet broken.

that's beautiful.

<3am.:

We're trapped in two different worlds,
Each of us wanting to be with the other.

But what seperates us,
Is this clear, glass window.
Unbreakable, yet broken.

that's beautiful.

Thank you.