When I stand outside your perfect world from here, I see that to step in would be an imperfection.
Smiling at your happiness from here, I note that to tell you about what is on my mind, would be a shadow on your complexion.
*At times we find ourselves staring from far, longing to make an approach.
Then we realize who we are, and withhold the urge to encroach.
Whether to confess our love or to avenge a hurt.
Peeking into their sanctuaries of content, we're tempted to break in but somehow avert.
Either we claim to be inoffensive, that an intrusion would not perturb their realms,
or we cry at the injustice, that their protected peace ingloriously overwhelms.
Incessantly holding back seemingly atrophic pain,
epitomizes the fight to restrain ourselves.*
I disdainfully imagine my resulting happiness if I breach,
the fragilely structured barrier you keep.
I sigh, one last glimpse of your radiant face is all I allow,
with a silent surrender I will finally bow.
*Some are meant to travel that stumble free journey of life,
whereas our paths seem to be tauntingly full of stones and strife.*
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