The stranger

The hand behind this pen
is the hand of a poet
a poet with love for a boy

the hand behind his pen
is the hand of a stranger
a stranger i long for

no more than a girl myself
longing for the love of a stranger
his name i wil not speak

i wish to see him
see his face
but for now ill only dream

till the day comes
my heart will burn
and my pen will bleed

hey guys sorry it took me so long to make another poem. my comp was down and i finally got it back up 2day so ejoy my new poem and my up coming poems.