Poetry

Monday, 18 March 2019

Perfect Strangers

We were perfect strangers
When I met you
Then you took me in your arms
Now I cannot forget you

Honey this is what it means
To be perfect strangers
No need to explain things
Like lending coffee to your neighbours

Just giving to another
When the feeling takes you
This is what it means
When the music makes you

Perfect, perfect Strangers
No cracks or flaws
Just the melody changes
Listen to those open scores
No questions like why are you late?
Or who did you spend last night with?
I spent it with a perfect stranger

I wanna be perfect like you
I know I need the security
Of another's loving embrace
I know I need a mirror held up to my face
Because I don't like to see me
When I knock on closed doors
They never were closed to me before
But now I'm a perfect stranger

I'm just like you
The love we had has changed
Into something newly blue
This is what I feel
This is what I mean
The part in the movie reel
Like on the platform where they meet
The train is moving on and he appears from the steam
And she goes up to meet him
But its difficult like in a dream
They sit down in a cafe
In the waiting room of life
And over drinks discuss
What each will say to their husband or wife

They were perfect strangers
It could happen to anyone
Trying to start out from the middle
Is like going on the run
Together through life
They're in a crowded room
Two horses running on a shore
Beneath a crescent moon

They always meet up somewhere
Further down the tracks
When they'll be no longer Perfect Strangers
But Old friends just looking back

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