Glass room

Through this glass
I see you.
I will not dare say a word.
For no one can hear
so it is pointless.
This glass taunts me
showing me things
things I can never get
Things I can only dream of
This glass feeds me
Keeps me wanting
Keeps my desires
feeding my passion
This glass traps me
for you I cannot touch
cannot speak to
cannot hear.
This glass is strong
tough and hard
almost unbreakable
but yet a crack.
I pray for the day
when I break the glass
when my passion may be released
and I can hear you
talk to you
touch you
My love will drive me on
my love is the cracks in this glass.





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