Foreigner

Observing,
Moments that were meant for no one else,
In a place that is not my own,
I see people kiss,
And lives go on,
And I realize that I am out of place,
Living on expensive time,
And in a borrowed space,
That appears separate,
Without mistake,
A foreigner.

Hayley Geri 2013 ©

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Author: dreamingofluminousthings

Hey I'm Hayley. 25. Australian. Female. Poet/Writer. Writing is my greatest outlet. It is my passion and my escape from an often twisted reality.

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