When I talk to a stranger
She represents ever person I have ever met
And every stranger that I have ever dated on a whim
I don't know where you have gone now,
But I am talking to the stranger that took your place.
She claims to know how you feel about me.
I know the truth though.
I know that when she leaves,
And you come back,
I will believe it when you tell me she was lying.
Just like it was the first time.
Welcome
Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker
(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)
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