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.
JNP
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.
JNP
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