He was a stranger.
I knew his name.
I seen him on holidays and special occasions,
But he was family..
He was a stranger.
I knew nothing of him.
I regret how I was raised around him,
Yet to me he was always a mystery.
He was a stranger.
I knew his mood.
Always grumpy and disapproved,
Why was he like that?
He was a stranger.
I knew bits and pieces,
He passed away,
And I cried for not feeling sad enough.
He was a stranger.
I know he loved me.
I saw him lying there,
Then I cried because he was gone.
He was a stranger.
I loved him too.
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Megan Rose's Poetry: Book Two
PoetryI hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. This is my 2nd poetry book on here. The first one can be found in this link below: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19509877-megan-rose%27s-poetry -Poet_Megan_Rose
