Ace Of Black Hearts
Does He Really Exist? - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
I'm a fictional character.
I don't really exist.
What if I told you this?
Would you believe it?
All this a fantasy of a teenage mind.
That would throw some for a loop?
Look now I'm dunking hoops.
How do we separate lies from truth on paper, when all kinds of possibilities exist that you have missed?
Precision with the facts known.
An exposure requires being exposed.
I'm just not sure I'm ready take off all my cloths.
As tempting as it might seem, I should never let myself fall for that which I know could change at any moment.
With the keen eye of a sea gull I look across the sea.
As I spread my wings and start to sing.
A calling, A seeking, A questioning of the very soul.
With the rules already completely broken.
An sink that no long works.
You must find an alternate source.
To quench you thirst.
A muse will only speak as many times as you ask.
Time fill your shot glass.
An intoxication of your own creation.
Happy to oblige please sit down and let me give you that massage.
As if the rubbing of the skin will fix everything.
A reaching in ways and distances not yet mention.
An explanation to unsolved equation.
But if you can explain it does that mean with understanding it can be finally be solved?
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