Wrong side~*


I stand outside,
and I look in;
and that's the way it's always been.
From wrong side of the window glass,
I stand and watch,
as life goes past....

I love it, silke!
short and poweful
I swear to god you write how I feel... its insane

I should just give up on my poetry because, clearly, you write how i feel better than I do!

blessed be, my friend
selina

Hi Mausi!

Hey, nice poem and nice image; beautiful butterfly, butterfly!

Hmmm... we are both on the wrong side of the window glass it seems; at least you and I are on the same side, even if that is the outside. We can be together out here!

I have always felt like an outsider, an observer... That's why you are so magical to me; you understand me, you are on the same side of the glass as I am, out here shut out, or in here shut in, whichever it is.

It is so good to not be alone anymore! I don't know how I lasted so long. I was so miserable I could never begin to explain it... but somehow I think you understand, with no explanation at all.

Magic Mausi, I love you.

*Sweet Kisses*

*Hoffnung und Widerstand*

~Selina...awwwww...Thanks;you are so sweet! *Blushing*

~Steven;Thank you for your reply...I know that you understand what I meant to say with this poem... * I LOVE YOU*

Silke