Missing A Stranger

NABI

It's strange to miss a stranger,
I thought it wouldn't be a struggle.
I only know a few about you.
But you all seem so true.

 

I am staring at your image on the screen,
While eating my strawberry ice cream.
I guess my eyes are playing tricks on me,
Because I saw you smiling at me.

 

You have offered me friendship.
I hope it's a genuine relationship.
You're saying you're different.
And you're easy to comprehend.

 

We sometimes have conversations,
And showed each other our appreciation.
I hope one day to meet this refined stranger,
Because missing you is indeed a struggle.

  • Author: Nabi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2022 19:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 35
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  • ProfessionalPaperDigester

    This was me like 10 years ago on Roblox, and is still kind of me today. Love it!

    • NABI

      Really? It's kinda like me right now.. hahahaha... thank you for spending your time reading it...

      • ProfessionalPaperDigester

        Of course! Having people enjoy your own work is the best feeling I can think of besides other inappropriate actions. so I'm very willing to give people chances!

        • NABI

          You are a very young and talented piece of art. Continue expressing yourself with words. Stay safe. God bless. You have same age as my daughter..

          • ProfessionalPaperDigester

            I appreciate it! I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon!

            • NABI

              Ohhh... Please don't stop. I was 13yo when I started writing.. I stopped for a while when I had my daughter... and im back again... enjoy your gift of words that God gave you.. its now rare for teens like you to enjoy writing poems in an age like this when technology has conquered the world..

              • ProfessionalPaperDigester

                Exactly! I really dislike a lot of the things people my age are obsessed with (not that there are issues with that) and it can feel a little isolating, but I've learned to embrace it. I'm happy to call myself an outcast!



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