Friday, 17 October 2008

the perfect stranger

I wish i was you
as you walk through the park,
hand in hand with beautiful girls

I wish i was you
skipping, laughing, having a lark.
But at that point my life unfurls.

I wish i was you
ao i could keep it altogether,
rather than this emotional mess.

I wish i was you,
you perfect stranger,
than me, with my issues to address.

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