All we have become is two strangers
Passing each other on an empty night
Both seeing as the other is wrong
Neither believing what could be right
A loneliness of solitude
The regret of living lies
The sorrows from broken hearts
As shame fills their eyes
Tears flown down the faces
Of two strangers passing by
Wanting to feel something greater
And trying not to forget life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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