The StrangerA Poem by Ink Fairy
It's three in the morning
And we're still up chatting: Bands and movies, childhood stories Everything comes so naturally. It doesn't matter the way you look How old you are or whether you smoke In this world we can put on a disguise And be free from men's judging eyes. Still, I know what people say, That I've got it all wrong; And what if I awake one day To find that you're suddenly gone? Promises don't matter here, And that's the way it'll stay. For to us it's always been clear That this is the best way. It's wrong to say that this implies Our relationship is built on lies; If it weren't for this veil of mystery How could we talk so honestly? Sure, we've never actually met; But you're here for me when I'm upset; So thank you, dear, and I hope you may Be with the one you love one day. © 2011 Ink FairyAuthor's Note
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