The Stranger

Written by: twanna Irisha

Broken tears is where it all begins, the love has lifted for now a mist in the air. Tears fall upon and evaporate into love fog. Yours eyes became cold lacking compassion, unresponsive with those shallow stares. Stranger in your heart never knew the love we shared shall ever fall apart. Never would have I thought I would be an absence of your heart. To take a journey into your scorned mind, and really see how your feeling inside. Your eyes tells me a story of all your lost, even all of your lies. Your soul has begun to die. Yours cry suffer to inflict pain and torture. Tears began to burn and endure to enflame your pillows at night, intense dislike. No one is there to kiss, and hold tight behold your over night burial site. Leaveing you in a slumber your heart is slaughtered, savagely murdered. Yearning to once again become a slave, owned by another. Laughter is what you miss, going through withdraw from my kiss. Watching me from doorways is harder to resists. Remember me? It's the stranger you set a side, but now miss. Broken bliss pitiful, pathetic promises. Petty pleasures emptiness whispers, words that leaves blisters. Cutting deeper than any scissors. Tears over flowing deeper than any river. Symbolism repesentation of broken mirrors. Termination limits of love, I perish from existence. French kisses of death, hollow sunken indented last breath. Losing your voice likely to result in defeat, as you couldn't began to speak. Grief over becomes you difficulty, grasping for a glimpse of me. Shattered love we mastered, you discover no longer your partner. Forever thee foreigner you disclaimer... So therefore you became... The Stranger.