Stranger - Poem by kari poesia
You're brand new to me,
but you look so damn familiar.
I've never had your company,
but your face- the resemblance is getting clearer.
Is there a possibility,
that there was you and me?
Could this be?
You see, I am just asking these questions,
for a stranger and I never had such a connection.
So as my curiousity grows more,
have I ever known you before?
Well, your crooked smile,
it paints his face.
And your ordinary style,
it speaks his taste.
But here is the difference-
it's strangely tense.
I'd fall into his presence.
This is where I have my second doubts.
You are him,
but you aren't what I thought you were about.
I have caught myself a thousand times,
trying to erase your newfound face.
It lacks of your sweet brown eyes,
and cold black stones were used to replace.
It's also so evident,
that your warm smils is no longer present.
There's no familarity
in the sneerish way you acknowledge me.
Everything that was commom when we began,
touched by your new self,
has quickly become foreign.
You've loosened my grip on our history,
and dragged me to stumble on you,
I've realized I have been mistakened.
From my long coma-like sleep,
I have awakened.
Awakened by our realiry,
I have remembered what you had did to me.
I take a good look without my denial,
You're stupidly juvenile and proud.
Now that I have looked through the haze,
I'm not so amazed to realize
this stranger act of yours is not a phase.
you are a talented con artist,
with his ownself as his masterpiece.
You never 'were',
And that's all I want to know so far.
So my curiousity grows no more,
for I've never known you before.
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