I crave a stranger, I give the desired prayer. For a forgotten trust, and the one feeling stronger than lust. The stranger smiles in my mind, will the stranger be someone kind? I crave a being, if only you could see the one I am seeing. Warm hands wrapping around me, so that I feel secure and smile happily. But a stranger is a stranger, and I don't know so do me a favor, oh mysterious stranger. Find me soon, and may we meet soon, under the stars, and moon.
Flo here · Tue Oct 14, 2008 @ 06:39am · 0 Comments |