Strangers
Soon, we'll become strangers,
walking away from each other.
Like we never knew each other.
Maybe we'll put out the guns,
And maybe the thought will be more dangerous,
once we turn and point the gun at each other.
Watching each other carefully, if the gun will-
wiill, explode words that would make a wound.
But never even heal you, it's like salt on the wound.
Burning the old feelings and creating new feelings,
I fiddled with the trigger and watched you steadly.
Were we going to become strangers again?..
Or will we just be left in the dark all over again.
Strangers, I never wanted to be a stranger..
Then..the trigger was pulled and you shot me,
right in the heart, where the wound will never heal.
I guess, they were right, we'll always be strangers.
Never wanting to talk or speak.