STRANGER

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  • Childhood

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    THIS ONE MY FRIEND MADE

    STRANGER

    I don't even know you
    but I can remember
    who you are
    as much as
    I'd
    like
    to forget,
    I can't.
    I wonder if you know,
    how much I can remember.
    if you realize how little I know
    you.
    You're a stranger.
    We learn not to talk
    to strangers.
    And I haven't.
    Not for 3 years.
    And counting.
    You slip into my memories,
    the ones I hold on to and
    try to forget,
    at the same time.
    I can never make up my mind.
    You keep coming back.
    I want you to go away.
    But I miss you.
    I've almost forgotten
    your face.
    I have forgotten your laugh.
    And I wonder,
    if you want to change,
    If you want me back.
    I'll never know...
    Unless I ask.
    ...
    But I can't

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    truewishes24’s Poems (21)

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    NUMB 1
    REPAIR 0
    STRANGER 0
    MOM 0
    FIGHTS 0
    tue or false 0
    WHAT TO SAY 0
    TRUTH 0
    LIFE 1
    change -1
    friends 1
    DREAM 0
    yourself 0
    SUN 0
    one drink 0
    only you 0
    to much, to handle 0
    SOUL 0
    REAL 0
    FATHER? 0
    LOVE 0