ledworldnuke's picture

Strangers are those we never know
Guests to our world, who slowly become familiar
Familiars who begin to grow close
Love stirs, passion breaks, morning comes
And we lie alone

We’re all strangers
Strangers to the world
Passing through each others lives
Touching hearts and minds as we go
We’re all just familiar strangers living in a foreign world

I've been in a writing mood lately.. i wonder how long it'll last


the mouse that roared's picture

I like this one too

Especially: "Love stirs, passion breaks,/morning comes/and we lie alone" This is a pretty poem.