lovers to strangers
strangers to lovers
we long for one
and feel like death in the other
but for the chance for it
won’t we cry ourselves to sleep?
wake up in bed, still dark
and, yet, hope to dream
remember the joy that love could be?
won’t we?
won’t we pick up those glasses,
rose-tinted and all,
and choose to see?
won’t we?
in the breaking, we are blue
to some day forget you?
tell me what to do
what to do… what to do…
when we become strangers once more
but we know there’s still more in store
when I forget you
and you forgive me
and into different arms
we’ll each be
once we find new strangers to love
there is risk there, my old love
but we’ll eventually grasp it still
won’t we?
brittany given. 