sundown musings

strangers

strangers...
that's how we started,
and as days go by
little by little
i came to know everything
about you.

strangers...
we are no more,
i know you're afraid of ghosts
passionate in dancing and
playing drums,
you snore in your sleep
and don't like skinship,
but you secretly love it
whenever i embrace you.

strangers...
this is how we ended,
i don't know what went wrong
how the arguments started,
but you...you just gave up
you know i can't fight
a battle without you,
you still left me in the middle
of a battlefield—without weapon,
wounded and scarred.

s i n | "strangers"