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My Heroic Stranger

White plastered walls, scary long halls.
I hate the smell of this place.
Each wooden door, with its own number.
Wish I could remember your face.
They say you were beautiful, say you were wondderful.
And I've not a doubt in my mind.
But to me, you're a ghost story..a tale of the glory..someone I could've loved.
They ask me why I'm in room 99, and I just collapse and cry.
Don't know why I'm here, the place where you died.
It took your hair, and then your life.
Can't imagine your pain, can't imagine the strife.
The doctors, they tell me to go.
So I start to head home.
It's then I realize you'll always be here in my heart.
You'll always be my heroic stranger.



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LoudDreamerThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Dec. 12, 2011 at 7:50 pm:
Oh, wow. This is moving. I love this. I was really moved by the line "It took your hair, and then your life", that is the point that you know for sure what they are talking about, and it just gets you. There are so many sad poems on this site, but why are only a fraction of them about something worth dwelling on? Why can't some of the sadder poems be on something worth remembering? While I wish there were more happy poems on this site, it would make me very happy to see some o... (more »)
 
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