'strange love'
By scatcatblu
Love is a stranger that knocks on your door then when you go to answer there's nobody there there's footprints and scuff marks all that's left behind and a peculiar feeling at the back of your mind when you're back inside you hesitate closing the door you take another look just to be sure you check in the bushes and glance down the street looking for anything unfamiliar or any movement in retreat then you slowly backstep and gently close the door careful not to make sudden movements or misinterpret what you saw you find yourself standing quietly listening for any sound contemplating if you'd been quicker just who you might have found who might have been knocking standing silently outside and did they go away or maybe they're out there in disguise did they scurry off not knowing what to say or had they waited so long that they eventually just faded away and you end up constantly waiting for another opportunity to call and you inadvertantly find yourself secretly knockin on other peoples' doorshmmmm one of those days Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 10:19 AM PST 18 • 0 • 14
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"Love is a stranger..."