i look through the
looking glass and
i see the waves of the sea
hit the rocks that you are
standing on staring out as
if you are in deep thought
you look so amazing standing there
while the sea waves grow and
slam the rocks but the water
never touches you like you
are not really there.
it's a perfect sight as if someone
magically painted this scene
that you are in.i see you everyday
standing there as if you are waiting
for something or someone i will always
be watching until you stop standing there.
good visualization here. who is the person you see here, is it a close friend? i think the poem ran on in places but you seem to have a vision here that you had to write
This is my first critique. This is the first poem I have read here. This is so strange, I feel I am that person you write of. Do I know you? Are you strange too? Thank you for thinking of me.
Submission Name: watching
