3AM Thoughts | Poetry 2017

We are more or less strangers.

Strangers with a past.

Strangers who kiss,

Strangers who hug.
Strangers who walk beside each other

Holding hands in the dark.
We are more or less strangers.

Back to zero.

Saying I love you

But some things are hardly true
But still

It ruined you, me, and everything
I'm trying to build it up

Go back to how it used to

It's unending and hard

But for you I'll pursue
You are my life, my love, my everything

Wait for me at the end of the string.

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