Forgotten Names
Dear stranger,Do I know you?
Once apon a time I used to.
But you look at me now
Like I'm something More
Thank you knew before.
No ones to blame.
And I'm not.
I'm still the same.
I'm not
This stranger.
I don't want to know your name.
Forgotten Names
Dear stranger,Teardrops commented on Forgotten Names
04-13-2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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