miércoles, diciembre 25, 2013
I gave you all of seven years,
we entwined our teens,
I shared my thoughts and bed with you,
synchronizing our dreams.
No one knew me better then,
I'm sure, no one ever could.
But lust has made a joke of me,
taking all that was good.
You walked past me the other day,
you met my eyes and looked away.
How can someone I used to know so well now be
a stranger to me?