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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2089304
Park bench writing. July 4, 2016
The Stranger


I can still see the morning sun on her skin
She's laying there beside me in our bed
I kiss her cheek and whisper her name
Wait for her to smile and turn her head

How can I ever tell her
She doesn't want to know
It's time I pray to forget her
Find love and let her go

All the things that came to me
Yet a stranger is all she can see

I see the happy life with our friends
All the people we loved to be near
Families who came together as one
With the ring that she held so dear

How can I ever tell them
They don't want to know
It's time I pray to forget them
Find love and let them go

All the things that came to me
Yet a stranger is all they can see




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