Missing The Bliss

Laughs, smiles, sighs,
secrets spread clockwise.
Overwhelmed in this crowd,
adrift on my own cloud.
When will someone see,
my laughs, smiles, and sighs aren’t me
If someone would only look
into my eyes
they’d see all the flaws
in my disguise.
Everyone surrounding me is in bliss
and here I am,
stuck with this loneliness.

Perspective

The way she walks,
you can read her insecurities
like the open book
she hides behind.
Eyes diverted
from everyone else.
She clutches her book
as if
it’s her protection,
from the dark, harsh world
the envelops her.
Her security drops,
to the floor.
Her shield shatters.
She doesn’t hesitate,
doesn’t stop to pick it up.
Strides away,
with a new perspective.

Us

Our laughters of fear,
echoed
both up, and down
the endless stairs,
hallways,
never ending.
Together we walked
hand in hand
Every moment,
gazing into each others eyes
daring one another,
silently.
Daring each other
with our eyes and smiles
“Continue.”