A stranger in my house
To the woman who stole my woman
Through circulation of times
sadness and happiness striking us in piles
truth’s ego threatened nor manipulated by lies
living your other life in hides
the sun setting on the past, rising bright in the morning and present shines
and I believe all is fine
nevertheless, you still mine
In my house there is......
a stranger
is my life around this creature in danger?
who are you, creating in me this anger?
I will never forget how we used to be happy, yes I remember
you gave me love, before we shared our own shelter
taught me how to be romantic, like Romeo the actor
Yes a stranger indeed
still I fail to accept, all is locked in the past
my heart still beating surprised, in the present
who are you? Who is this person living with me in my own house?
where is the woman who loved me before moving in?
all of these, I asked
A stranger, yes a stranger in my house
maybe she abducted my beloved, I’ll never know
turning my back against her, is none of my thoughts
that’s what I know
the stranger shall leave and return my beloved, I can invest in that hope
though the same stranger, is still my beloved
Yes I am convinced, she is a stranger, though this is as well her home
but is still too my home
stranger in my home?
no This stranger is my own
Getting rid of her, was not captured as my goal
even though, she hurt my soul
my heart remained as hard as a stone
but she is still not the same
only that stranger who entered my house
unlike the leopard that never loose it’s spot
you are my stranger
of course, a stranger in my house
(2015)
Written to make sense to the one who read with sense
