Dedicated to my paranoia.
Stranger near my window
Listening to my fears.
Stranger near my window
Listening to my tears.
Stranger at my bedside
Watching as I sleep.
Stranger of the nighttime,
My heart's yours to keep.
Stranger of the midnight,
Stranger who is free.
Stranger who may not exist
But is real to me.
Stranger of the moonlight,
Silent until dawn.
I wonder if this Stranger is just God playing along.
Stranger who I love,
Stranger that I feel.
Stranger who is between imaginary and what's real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem