A heart not so mighty A voice full with self pity A scream not so loud A soul never proud Two hands never really full Two eyes always found dull Three words so usually spoken A meek hope yet again broken A lie will always be one A bet that can never be won A doubt would never be clear How a stranger became to dear— % & Stranger. Oct'09 #stranger #dearstranger #rhymepoetry #rhyming #strangers #shortpoem #strangelove
