#InvisibleThreads

In every unpredictable day of my life,
I catch brief glimpses of you,
It's subtle, like a flying bird,
On its way to a destination unknown to all of us.

I pass by your house with confidence,
Blossoming with each step I take.
Yet up close, I surrender,
A cold mask appears on my face,
As if I don't exist.

Truth is, painting a smile,
Is pretending to like something,
You are not supposed to like it.
Truth is, I will not be able to change your mind,
Or the way you look at me,
Or anything at all-
I'll still remain in the shadows,
A quiet whisper in your noise.

So I summon my unknown bravery,
And pass you by under a gloomy sky-
Still afraid to meet your gaze,
Even as this turmoil mirrors ,
How I feel inside;
Lost, longing,...