Dear Stranger

The paper sits as it awaits my pen

Waiting for me to tell what has been

A blank page for me to fill out at the end of the day

Always wondering what I have next to say

Forever my secrets told to them

The ones we always write to in vain

Telling all about our happiness, hopes, and pains

To be read by no one but you

My dearest friends I wish I knew

Dear Stranger, thanks for listening

You let me talk without spilling

Spilling all my secrets never spoken

Never a promise made then broken

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Shaketa Copelin's picture

LOVED IT, and thanks for sharing :)