A Stranger

December 31, 2011
By myloxyloto SILVER, Denver, Colorado
myloxyloto SILVER, Denver, Colorado
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A stranger.
That’s what she should call him.
She thinks she knows him.
Thinks a pretty face is all there is.
It’s disgusting.

She doesn’t know he only eats red skittles,
And candy that comes with a joke or riddle.
She doesn’t know he’s up early Saturdays,
To watch cartoons and eat cornflakes.
She doesn’t know he plays guitar,
Still wishes on lashes, candles, and shooting stars.
She doesn’t know he waits by the phone,
For a call from a dad who left so long ago.

She is oblivious to the complex young man,
Who hides behind the mask of a pretty face.
And him?
He doesn’t know of the girl who loves him.
Not his body or charms, but him.
A girl who has always been there,
So it’s easy to overlook her.
A best friend.

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on Jan. 11 2012 at 2:28 pm
livelovesmile GOLD, Gaithersburg, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
I am like a star burst. A juicy contradiction. I'm hard to figure out, but when you get to my center, your suprised! It's not what you thought it would be, huh.

This poem is very relatable to a lot of people and I really like the progression of thoughts. I especially like the line about wishing on lashes and shooting stars, and how that flowed to the not knowing about his father. Very good job, keep it up.


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