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THE PERFECT STRANGER

Last summer I fell in love with you.
Even though I never meant to.
Those looks I would never forget.
To me they mean the world.
Hopes and dreams pale from sight,
I yearn for you every passing moment.

Memories of that insane banter underneath the starlit sky.
Singing in those hoarse voices, scaring ourselves.
I remember your eyes doing the talking
Cutting across all barriers unknown.
Promises we never made, pure reckless affection.
A silent parting - sans promises, sans words.
You are the perfect stranger.



Comments

Ice Maiden said…
Perfect! :)

P.S: I like the fact that I am here after a long long time, and nothing about your writing style has changed! :)
☆ Rià ღ said…
Absolutely lovely!! :)
Rocky Blair said…
I just started following ur blog and after reading this, i know its worth it. Good job. I love it :')
Good..

love sees no stranger..;) well put..
Ashmeet said…
Just what's on my mind right now.. wanted your permission to publish it on my blog... will mention the credit... thanks for writing this
Phoenix said…
echoes of a heart mourning.. aah the perils of life!

Beautiful!
Erika said…
This is beautiful! I love your blog!

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