Hello famillar stranger.
Do you know me?
I think I know you.
I think we we're best freinds once.
I think we even dated a few times.
We might have even been in love.
Your face is so famillar, but not famillar.
Please explain to me how this is.
I want to place you in my past.
I want to remember how I know you.
We start talkin, and it's somewhat famillar.
We start talking, and it's a new experience.
I saw your face the other day and I thought I knew you.
I saw your face the other day and I wondered who you were.
This isn't right.
Who are you?
Who were we?
Who are we now?
Friends?
Best friends?
What?
There's only one thing I know to call us.
Famillar strangers.
Maybe we can start over.
Maybe we'll remember.
Forever wondering,
the famillar stranger.
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
AléatoireThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
