Mittwoch, 1. Januar 2014
Stranger
honigbienchen, 19:58h
I wonder if he wears slippers around the house
or what drink he always orders at restaurants
or what his last thoughts are before his eyes
close for the night
I wonder what his hair smells like
or what his skin feels like
or why he got each of the inked
marks on his skin
I wonder if he prefers texting or calling
or if his mother sang him lullabies when
he was a childor what he feels like when he hears the rain falling
But I am never going to know what it's like
to feel his skin pressed against mine
or know what he likes in his coffee
or even if he likes coffe
And I wonder why I love a stranger with all my heart
and why someone who doesn't even know my name
means more to me
than I mean to myself.
or what drink he always orders at restaurants
or what his last thoughts are before his eyes
close for the night
I wonder what his hair smells like
or what his skin feels like
or why he got each of the inked
marks on his skin
I wonder if he prefers texting or calling
or if his mother sang him lullabies when
he was a childor what he feels like when he hears the rain falling
But I am never going to know what it's like
to feel his skin pressed against mine
or know what he likes in his coffee
or even if he likes coffe
And I wonder why I love a stranger with all my heart
and why someone who doesn't even know my name
means more to me
than I mean to myself.
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