The title speaks for itself!
Watching-
from afar.
Each blink, a sketching
on canvas. A scar
on the mind,
if thoughts are the same?
If whilst further behind
and the tables were turned.
O’ how the stomach has churned,
toward the same movement
that may have occurred.
Every single blemish
of the skin sketched.
Even though more than
a stones throw away, they can be etched.
Admired from afar,
learning more and more every second.
The heart will soar,
as if it could call upon thy beckoned.
And rip a hole in the skin.
Nowhere near are
feelings wearing thin.
Watched from afar.
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