Hey
Stranger
It's been a month
Maybe more
New but still familiar
A known face with
Unknown similarities.
Old songs have resurfaced
Trust has appeared.
An ear
For words to fall upon
A mind
For words to take shape in.
Late night talks
The conversations
Just continue
For bland
People
They could speak
For hours.
What a weird
Turn of
Events.
Something felt
Like a glass
Of whiskey
One wanted it
For the feelings
The other
Just for the taste
No
Not her type
Now apple
Juice sounds
Good.
Something felt like
A cigarette
A burnt
Cigarette
The smell is
In the
Air.
It's becoming
More and
More
Prominent.
This is fine.
It's a small world
It's a harsh world
But sometimes
It's a pretty world
And you meet someone
Who makes you
Want to
Learn
New things.
It must be
You
In
Another
Dimension.
It is
You
In another
Cage.
No
More
A stranger.
Just
A moment
of
Time.
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The Psyche Of Mine
Poesía**** I've never really known how to move, where to see or what to feel.. But sometimes, I have moved enough to be alive, I have seen enough to not go blind, And I have felt words enough to feel.. **** **** Its my first time properly penning down m...
