Unwritten Strangers

I like to find the kindness in strangers!

Strangers, wise as they can be they know nothing,

but they know a little bit of everything, 

You're wearing a mask around the person you wake up to be 

So when they ask you about the who's of your soul

 you intrigue mystery, but the thing is they understand your pain like no other

So you share your stories, and they share theirs

You're crystallized by the water in each others eyes

So blue and worn out, everything is magnificent to the ears

Heartache to childhood memories become fossils that are being discovered ,

Like two bodies in the darkness of it all.

The only mass destruction is when you two are done sharing wisdom

 You go your separate ways, only god knows if destiny is in your pockets 

Or in the flutter memories in one long talk hold stay with you forever

Oh, but the kindness in the hearts of strangers is what we look for

 No internal bondage, but strings to play when all hell breaks lose ,over a drunken brawl

 Or a coffee shop sipping at two, the danger is when these strangers become friends 

No longer are you mysterious, rather you are put on a stage of expectations

Until you're betrayed & blue you become strangers yet again, but with history that is now written in the books.... 

History that has changed you, and written in your veins for another to unveil

So strange that your names are written in the stars, but here on earth you're unwritten by a force that twirls around your heart...

 Don't worry strangers are just lovers that love you for a little while, but you keep the real strangers in your arms.

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

Wow...an extraordinary capture of beginnings and possibilities...even facades. Makes me wonder why I, at view #50something, am the first to review this...soo why am I not at least a little surprised.
Beautiful

Thanks for sharing.