Every night I thought of him
Back then, in the dark days
Down to the last detail
Every minute thing
I was afraid he didn't exist
Actually, I was convinced
Forever to be tormented,
That my imagination was too large for real life
It turns out, I am realistic
Exactly as I imagined
Right there, not two inches away
Perfect and smiling
I am to be tortured just the same
I will never touch that dream
I must sit and admire my handywork
To think of him every night
Author notes
I am in love. I thought of someone just like him when I was depressed and waiting for my night in shining armor. He does exist, but he is too far away.
Please tell me what you think
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Interesting write. Lots of emotions coming through your words. You have a very artistic pen. Continue to use it and create those magic writes. great job.
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Sweater guy?
This reminds me of the sweater poem you wrote- I think it was for Rivers?- a while ago, and how isn't it funny how this guy was wearign a sweater adn blahdy blahdy blah. The last stanza was my favorite because it really made the poem sort of like someone who got smacked in the face by reality. (Now turn around and smack them back...) Okay, I'm sorry, but you know me... the last line of the second stanza....ha.
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