That stranger on the street,
He doesn't know me.
Perfect
Perfect person to hold me.
Perfect to embrace me while I fall down and cry my heart out.
Surely he won't understand what made me forget how to stand.
Perfect
Perfect to wipe away my troubles and pains.
Calmly whispering
"Shhh"
Even though he doesn't know what he's scilenting.
Perfect
Perfect stranger.
He is perfect to wrap around me hiding me from the eyes of society .
He won't push me away, or tell me I'm overreacting.
Perfect
He won't judge nor yell at me.
But he would be angry and yell at the person who hurt me.
Perfect Stranger on the street.
I know nothing about him.
I know not of his flaws or what school he attends.
Perfect.
Perfect to run away with.
He'll look past my brokeness.
I won't have to hide.
Because he is just a stranger I will never meet but he's the perfect stranger.
That's all I need is a stranger to hold me tight and protect me.
YOU ARE READING
My Life On Lines
Poetrythese are some stories I've written over time. I've poured my heart into all of these.
