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Stranger It’s as if a stranger was in my house That feeling you get Like you’re in danger Alone Scared witless Except it wasn’t my house It was in my heart A stranger walked in As he had a key And knew the password I knew him Know all about him His secrets, his desires At least I used to Now it’s different Cold Now it’s painful Looking out the window And hoping he doesn’t drive past I used to love him Still do But in a different way A way he didn’t want But the only way I can It was hard To let him go Let us go Now it’s just a memory Stained Whatever I do I make him angry I make him sad Or both Probably both This isn’t what I wanted I wanted to protect him I wanted to be good I knew I was right But now there is this stranger He’s standing on my heart -Eleanor

At the Movies After waiting in a line And taking my seat I send out a prayer To those in charge Please enthrall me with your movie magic Shock me with those cinema thrills I want to feel like I didn’t before Experience what I never could Dream bigger, faster, broader Enjoy, scream, laugh, cry Find inner true things And know exactly why I want believe it That hope that drains me I want to believe I can be Become that person I need I need this dream to be reality So plunge me into your world Written and filmed Push me back into the chair Make everything disappear Amaze me and take me I need this escape Into my unreality -Eleanor Hastings