My Stranger Poem by Tasha Miller
My Stranger
I love a stranger
I love what I don’t know.
I love a stranger,
since a long time ago.
My stranger is a caring man
with a heart made of gold.
My stranger lives in my mind,
his character is controlled.
My stranger never talks to me,
this I can’t allow.
My stranger’s words are silent,
he only smiles and takes a bow.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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4/23/2024 5:55:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That would be the ideal man...but does he exist, or do you want him to exist?