'Perfect stranger' is a redundancy.
And All Those Never Ending Talks N Laughter Has Turned
Only To Wishing Each Other On Our Birthdays
Why can strangers call
me pretty,
but you can't?
but you can't?
AND I WAS LEFT WONDERING,
when did we become
strangers?
when did we become
strangers?
Strangers
Soon, we'll become strangers,
walking away from each other.
Like we never knew each other.
Maybe we'll put out the guns,
And maybe the thought will be more dangerous,
once we turn and point the gun at each other.
Watching each other carefully, if the gun will-
wiill, explode words that would make a wound.
But never even heal you, it's like salt on the wound.
Burning the old feelings and creating new feelings,
I fiddled with the trigger and watched you steadly.
Were we going to become strangers again?..
Or will we just be left in the dark all over again.
Strangers, I never wanted to be a stranger..
Then..the trigger was pulled and you shot me,
right in the heart, where the wound will never heal.
I guess, they were right, we'll always be strangers.
Never wanting to talk or speak.
I hate how I am becoming so numb.
I hate how the strangers around me are becoming so numb.
My friends and my family--numb.
We were all young once, and we may have grown, changed, became different...
But one thing hasn't changed--
Purity.
And I don't understand how our grasp and perception of its definition has changed,
because it hasn't.
The meaning is still the same.
We just became numb...
I hate how the strangers around me are becoming so numb.
My friends and my family--numb.
We were all young once, and we may have grown, changed, became different...
But one thing hasn't changed--
Purity.
And I don't understand how our grasp and perception of its definition has changed,
because it hasn't.
The meaning is still the same.
We just became numb...
after months of fighting and silence, I realized we make better
strangers than we ever did anything else.
Dear those I deem 'strangers', Please know that I am tumbling into
a raveen through another road at the end of a corner and which
sometimes takes what seems like 1/6 of my life span. Although every
human being goes through one it seems a thousand more appear at
each path I pave for myself. I exclude you from the few folds of my
frontal cortex as when you create happier memories that will take
over my entirety; the memory of how I seemingly forgot you will
still be etched in the back of your head even when you suffer
dementia and that reassures me of my existance even if its just for
a second.
