I am now a stranger to you,
A Stranger with memory
Act like I'm not here
I will be sure
My Existent no longer appears
Here I am.
You cannot see me
Hidden from the first and second
Only be seen by the third,
You can walk past me
But once you see me
I am no one
you would remember
I am now a stranger to you,
A Stranger with memory.
YOU ARE READING
that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryDrink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember bei...
