We are parenthetical
The outside matters not
We are isolated
From the building doubt
We are just one still frame
In a moving picture
Their story’s dragging on
But our moment never changes
We are on a train
You look out a window
The world is passing by
Inside air is recycled.
Make your escape from me
Am I your prison cell?
Leave me guarding these bars
Your own personal hell
And I am not trying
To hurt you or trap time
I am just so afraid
Tomorrow you wont be mine
I'm actually quite jealous that I didn't come up with those words; -)
I like the last verse. Describes succinctly and accurately a very real fear, and probably the biggest fear in any relationship: losing the one you're emotionally invested in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank yall, I'm not used to anyone reading the things I write. I really appreciate your comments.