Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
Stranger, aquaintance, friend, lover..
they all become the same person.

Maybe you could,
I've lived to see you break a promise once.


You lied. blamed it on your remembrance, your faulty memory.
i have the truth in writing (the letters i finally tucked away)

Twice. I'm a fool.


Embarrassed, my safety net is full of holes.

We were strangers when i met you,
seems to me that we have been ever since. Might as well be.
Ash Perri
Written by
Ash Perri  Pittsburgh
Please log in to view and add comments on poems