Foreign Familiarity
Spectrum
I've been waiting for you
and I still am.
You, with your warm eyes and gentle smile,
you give me faith.
My heart settles
with the words on the tip of your tongue.
I see you in myself,
but still you feel foreign.
You can help me, I'm sure,
help me live and help me feel,
and yet I wonder.
Who are you?
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Author's Note:
If someone can figure out
what I meant with this poem,
then kudos to you!
I made it a little too vague...
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