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There will always be strangers
They just walk into your life
You don't know for better or worse
Through the days you smile or cry
There will be many types of relationship
Aquintances, Friends or even life partners
There are times when you face hardships
Where there are certain miscommunication
Which would certainly rise the tension
And would lead to certain decisions
Sometimes your heart will surely tore
Watching people go right out the door
This is something we have to face every single day
Misha Kroon Dec 2014
I always thought I knew lonely,
Like I knew her sinful curves and crushing caress.
But if there is something this year has taught me,
This year of new, and discovery, and sweet sadness,
It's that I never knew lonely.
She and I had merely danced together at a ball,
Or shared a joke at a bar.
Lonely and I were but aquintances,
Passing strangers in the street.

I know now that lonely is like an expectant lover.
She is omnipresent,
She is always there reminding you that they are out there,
While you are in here alone.
Lonely doesn't possess curves,
Nor do her gnarled hand caress,
She is ugly and suffocating,
She is ever-present,
Reminding you,
That they are still out there,
Without you.

— The End —