A Compass For StrangersA Poem by arcandonWhenever I'm alone I remember what you said to me how I'm not gone yet, but i might be a stranger how I can just not miss you by dismissing you and how when the trees tap on the window in a storm they just want inside where their roots are and when the wind howls it just wants to be left alone to practice the human language of love but feels too cold to repeat i believe you you're not a writer, you're a lover because you spell life out very clear to me and like a teacher, you taught me so much but like an executioner, you forgot about me and sometimes when i'm trying to be a feather i want to be a brick house i don't like being water anymore i don't want to fly soon we'll both board up our memories and sell the house and set our past off sailing and need a compass just to find each other I don't want to be a stranger to you anymore © 2018 arcandon |
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Added on March 22, 2017 Last Updated on September 16, 2018 Author
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