Strangers, friends, lovers,
then strangers again.
Lovers and strangers,
but no longer friends.
It seems it’s a cycle
we’re doomed to repeat.
A cycle of madness,
one we just can’t escape.
No matter how we try
to break the cycle each time,
we always end up
back at the start of the line:
strangers, friends, lovers,
then strangers again.
Lovers and strangers,
but no longer friends.
I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at most online book sellers.
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This is so real. I love how you talked about friends becoming strangers, and this becoming a cycle throughout life. It’s almost like there’s no end to it. Great stuff.
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Hi Mvadi, thanks so much! Yes, everything in life tends to work in cycles, it seems—love is no different. So glad you liked the poem 🙂
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You’re welcome Steve! That’s so true. I’d tend to agree. Yep, can’t wait for more!
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😊🙏
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Oh yes yes! I love this so much!!
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Thanks, Tara! 🙂
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Its a lovely…short and impactful poem. It depicts the reality.❤
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Thanks so much! Glad you connected with it 🙂
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