Strangers Again
I could still remember the first hello's,
the shadows of love for the first time,
those deep talks that lasted 'til two
and how they all ended with goodbye
I remember the impact of your words
that once melted my ice cold barriers
but how the same lines ruined the abode
found inside the walls you've destroyed
I remember how you've once lit me up
as if I was a candle and you were the fire;
the winter soldier and I craved your burn
but I have drowned myself cold and fragile
And the tragic reality still echoes inside my head—
We started as strangers only to be strangers again
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
