new stranger

No matter how many hours i sleep

or how many hours i watch

or how many hours i cry

you’re always in the back of my mind


As i walk through the halls i’m in search for your familiar face

I strain to hear your soothing voice

memorizing every moment together

and when i sleep i seem to dream of you


but as my dreams turn to memories

and your photo burns to nothing

your number just a random sequence

you start to shrink, fade, die out of my mind


im searching for a new familiar face

a new soothing voice

a new memory

a new dream


Im in a need for a new stranger


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