Mr.Observant
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This freezing place
This freezing place
Of heartbreak and woe
Holds within its chilling grasp
A warm glimmer of hope
I spy an oddity, funny in its cruelty
As I reach out to touch its surface,
I observed you for the first time
Plan, yet beautiful, on the other side
Interested, I mumble you a greeting
Yet you don’t seem to hear
So I yell it again, to no avail
It seemed that we could not talk
I recall the markers in my pocket
My heart skips, and my hope renews
With a steady hand I scrawl “can you write?”
And toss the other marker over the wall
“Of course, duh” you write to me
A little put off, yet swelling with glee
I ask, “how about drawing?
And garnish it with a happy face
Your detailed, very busty picture is an obvious yes
Though not very realistic, compared to your chest
So to correct your misconception
I remind you that you lack those breasts.
Your face, though contorted with rage
Is still the cutest in this cold place
And with a flustered expression
This visual banter continues
After what must be near hours,
We stop our scribbling, and stare
I’m lost in your azure eyes
And this separation is breaking my heart
You break our visual embrace, blushing
And I place a longing palm upon the glass
Longing so badly just to be closer to you
You place your elegant hand next to mine
“It feels cold” I write eyes downcast
My heart falls as you share my depression
“I want to be with you” these simple words
Will have to suffice to explain my heart
You look up at me with the smile of love
And inscribe “you are with me”
“Only there’s a glass between us”
I can’t stand this any more
This unjust separation is the catalyst
For my blind and loving rage
This love for you inhabits my heart
And to assist it i'll tear myself apart
Your cries of shock fall upon deaf ears
My only thought is to reach you
As you scream for me to cease
I begin to crack the glass
Again and again I strike this sadistic barrier
The cracks are spreading wider
With a final desperate cry
I break through to the other side
My mangled hand spewing blood, I withdraw
Panting from the effort, I’m frozen in awe
Some time has passed, and my hand I have bandaged
As we sit once more, separated by glass
“Are you ok?” concern deep within your eyes
Holding my bandaged hand, I nod, afraid to write
“Wanna draw?”You scrawl with an eager expression
Eyes downcast, I messily write “I can’t anymore”
At that point I left, although destined to return
I walked this place for mile upon mile
Only to find, id left my heart behind
By the wall with you
I’ve stumbled back to you
Sitting there, wrapped in a coat
In front of you a box, on my side
Above it simply “for you”
I sit before you, and look at the gift
With cautious fingers I open the box
And fall back in shock
As your left hand falls from the box
“Draw with me” you write on the wall
I understand you gift now
You’ve given me your left to replace mine
So now we can draw together for the rest of time
if indeed you got to this point, i commend you, and would love to hear your opinion.
This freezing place
Of heartbreak and woe
Holds within its chilling grasp
A warm glimmer of hope
I spy an oddity, funny in its cruelty
As I reach out to touch its surface,
I observed you for the first time
Plan, yet beautiful, on the other side
Interested, I mumble you a greeting
Yet you don’t seem to hear
So I yell it again, to no avail
It seemed that we could not talk
I recall the markers in my pocket
My heart skips, and my hope renews
With a steady hand I scrawl “can you write?”
And toss the other marker over the wall
“Of course, duh” you write to me
A little put off, yet swelling with glee
I ask, “how about drawing?
And garnish it with a happy face
Your detailed, very busty picture is an obvious yes
Though not very realistic, compared to your chest
So to correct your misconception
I remind you that you lack those breasts.
Your face, though contorted with rage
Is still the cutest in this cold place
And with a flustered expression
This visual banter continues
After what must be near hours,
We stop our scribbling, and stare
I’m lost in your azure eyes
And this separation is breaking my heart
You break our visual embrace, blushing
And I place a longing palm upon the glass
Longing so badly just to be closer to you
You place your elegant hand next to mine
“It feels cold” I write eyes downcast
My heart falls as you share my depression
“I want to be with you” these simple words
Will have to suffice to explain my heart
You look up at me with the smile of love
And inscribe “you are with me”
“Only there’s a glass between us”
I can’t stand this any more
This unjust separation is the catalyst
For my blind and loving rage
This love for you inhabits my heart
And to assist it i'll tear myself apart
Your cries of shock fall upon deaf ears
My only thought is to reach you
As you scream for me to cease
I begin to crack the glass
Again and again I strike this sadistic barrier
The cracks are spreading wider
With a final desperate cry
I break through to the other side
My mangled hand spewing blood, I withdraw
Panting from the effort, I’m frozen in awe
Some time has passed, and my hand I have bandaged
As we sit once more, separated by glass
“Are you ok?” concern deep within your eyes
Holding my bandaged hand, I nod, afraid to write
“Wanna draw?”You scrawl with an eager expression
Eyes downcast, I messily write “I can’t anymore”
At that point I left, although destined to return
I walked this place for mile upon mile
Only to find, id left my heart behind
By the wall with you
I’ve stumbled back to you
Sitting there, wrapped in a coat
In front of you a box, on my side
Above it simply “for you”
I sit before you, and look at the gift
With cautious fingers I open the box
And fall back in shock
As your left hand falls from the box
“Draw with me” you write on the wall
I understand you gift now
You’ve given me your left to replace mine
So now we can draw together for the rest of time
if indeed you got to this point, i commend you, and would love to hear your opinion.