Not so different

You - Angel, and I
we aren't much different
both fearing love

You, the attic for memories
always chasing past
holding Lost Things' hand

I, the trash can for feelings
always chasing perfectness
holding Sadness' hand

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Often we are more like other people than we first realize. People fear love for different reasons, but the outcome is the same....loneliness. Well written. lydi**

[burnhouse]

Yes. :) Thank you.

[isus]

really like it! (stvarno mi se sviđa) :D

[burnhouse]

Hvala ti :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. A wonderful short poem...:)

[burnhouse]

Thank you, dear. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)