"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, June 9, 2013

A Stranger Once.

When we knew each other,
did we really know?
And when we kissed
did we bare it all?
And now that you've left
I feel this familiar haze
creeping in
I think we're strangers


  1. I have felt this way many times in my life. Too much I think. This simple poem has alot of atmosphere.

  2. such a succinct, yet powerful poem


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."