"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
again.
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2 comments:

  1. Human ParadoxJune 11, 2013 at 3:23 PM

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

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  2. Brother OllieJune 13, 2013 at 3:48 PM

    such a succinct, yet powerful poem

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