The Way We Feel

She walked through the street,

                Of the busy city

The rush of the cars,

                Passing by in a hurry

The hiss of the wind,

                Flying through buildings

The colorful leaves,

                Falling and twirling

The gaze of a stranger,

                Telling her no worry.

She can see, she can feel

But she holds the key,

                                To her captivity.

While her eyes search for words,

                Her lips remain locked.

She welcomes in her world,

Loneliness and deceit.

She wishes she could,

                If only, seize the hand

Of those who want to,

                Feel her shine.

Instead she turns her back,

                She traverses the road

                                To the empty path.

But she walks and smiles,

                Is friendly and versatile

You’ll see her, you’ll love her,

                Yet you’ll never know

                                What’s really in her?

For too long I have remained quiet. I have given, taken, loved and hated. But there is always someone to share it with. Someone who can understand and doesn’t need to know why. It’s simply the way I feel. So I’ve decided to start blogging to all of you out there who may be looking for a way to be heard and understood without risking your heart.