StrangerA Poem by PhoenixSuch lovely, honest men...Not sure what my memories mean if they’re still good, or bad, or real if they’re still what they seemed. You looked at me without a sound you seemed sad and confused but you’re a stranger to me now. You’re a different kind of man I don’t know you anymore I don’t think I ever can. There was a lie under your frown hidden all this time but you’re a danger to me now. © 2010 PhoenixAuthor's Note
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