Beautiful Stranger

A poem I wrote awhile ago about my Father. RIP.

 

 

We race to the dead end

 and pick apples off the trees

 Toss them at the stop signs

 and laugh at what we please

 

 

 

My beautiful stranger

 Thats who he is to me

My beautiful stranger

Thats what he became to be

 

 

My first time on wheels

and he sticks by my side

When i learn to just right

 Together we ride

 

 

 

My beautiful stranger

 Thats who he is to me

 My beautiful stranger

 Thats what he became to me

 

 

When i found out that night

and the man was comfirmed

 My life had been hit

 and my world had been turned

 

Why was he taken from me

 In this world of pure danger

 He will now and forever be

 My Beautiful Stranger

 

 My beautiful stranger

 Thats who he is to me

 My beautiful stranger

Thats what he became to me

Author's Note

I was younger when i wrote this so ignore any mistakes.