Stranger
Not much, that i've seen of you. A lot, much more i've always dreamt about you. I don't know why i care of this stranger in my life. Friends, best friends or love,i can't define. I feel good being around her, the way she looks, the way she smiles, the way she talks, All i could remember I could explain the slightest details of her When she wakes up or her favourite color I can tell you her accent and her tone her attitude , all of her pros and cons Her presence makes me feel complete A moment i wish, would always repeat. She's the one for my nine out of ten, The one stranger on whom i could totally depend.