Poetry

Saturday, 29 April 2023

Strangers

 I used to hold you in high regard

I laid my heart on the table

Like I did my cards

But you blew me off

With a woman's facade

Oh but we're strangers now


I looked for you in the glass arcade

In the hall of mirrors I was your charade

I danced in the rain but on your parade

And that's why we're strangers now


Did you think I was something you could scoff at

No I'm not like a squash ball you can swat at

I may give in, I may bend and change

But I'll bounce back for I've rearranged

And we're strangers now

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