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"Two More Strangers"

Our lives intertwined in the most intricate of ways

You gave me life and uplifted my soul

I would like to believe I did for you the same

I gave you my eyes and I gave my all

you became the blood that ran through my veins

but in between the laughter and our intoxicating love

something was lost along the way

we stopped talking about the future and growing old

and before the sun could set on us we parted ways.

 

Now we are two more strangers in a world full of them

just two more strangers that life leaves behind

while I stayed in love, you began to wonder if you ever was

and you question how much I loved you

when it was right there in front of you to see.

Why couldn't you see? Honey, why couldn't you see?

that life became insignificant the moment you left

and it didn't matter the things you did I still loved you the same.

 

 

Now we are two more strangers that barely know each other

just two more strangers pulled apart by the passage of time

drifting farther away in the sea of lost love

we are becoming a distant memory with the years

this couch will never know you were here

but this bed holds your essence like yesterday

two more strangers that once shared the same bed

two more strangers that shared the same toothbrush

and one breath.

 

Now I have seen you again and it's like I don't know who you are

your voice rings familiar but it's almost like

I am meeting you for the first time

wearing the sad smile of acceptance along

with those nostalgic eyes

our lips can still taste one another

and yet they tremble in fear

without saying what they want

because the words won't come out right

we often wonder what would had happened

if we had stuck it out yesteryear

but we have become two more strangers

that walk away in opposites

in insufferable melancholy,

two more strangers that barely know each other.

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