Stranger

And yet another one bites the dust
I see people come and I see people go
I stand watching with hopeless trust
Around me
A residue of memories, revolving so fast, so slow

‘Savour the moment’
Cause it’s not always to be
It’s no random lament
I know it’s not meant to be
It’s not setting me free
Oh, let me be!
Struggling to free
From a love that’s chained me

A wound, so deep that cannot be healed
With a kiss of love, is sealed
The rapturous dream ravaging my senses
The truth jolts me from my pretenses

The bee of truth has a fatal sting
You’d wished for the fateful words
To have never touched those lips
It’s too late now
To seal those lips with a blissful kiss

What good is a truth that bereaves without a death?
Left me unshielded; high and dry
And as I stand unruly, facing harsh wind and sky
Tumultuous thoughts jeering me by
Hissing at my foolishness,
“Don’t you dare fall in love and then cry!”

I think of the lone ranger, who met known strangers,
“I’m just a traveler who met you on your sojourn,” said he,
I gave myself to him, blissfully unaware one day he would flee.
It’s just a lovelorn youth’s lament,
Not ready to learn, is her imprudence adamant.

A ruthless maneuver by life,
The void you left is now filled by a hounding strife.
With you gone, I feel a waste,
My sinful folly, of having been in such haste.

The rain can’t cleanse me of your touch
I ask the waters to burn my skin
The calmness outside,
Leaves me churning within

I don’t belong
Who am I?
I am a stranger longing for love
A love that’s lost.

I knew a person once
Knew, well enough, only to know
That he’s a stranger
My stranger, a lone ranger.

And you should never love a stranger…