Stranger - Poem by Crimson Haze
You see past my lies,
You know almost every thing about me.
The way I walk,
The way I talk.
The way I sing of sorrow and pain.
There is nothing I can hide from you,
There is no disguise for how I feel.
I know nothing about you.
I have never seen your eyes,
but you know all there colors, and every detail to mine.
I have never heard your voice and yet,
mine sings you a lullaby.
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