Imagination - Poem by Sarah Lacy
You ask me how I am?
My whole life plans, dreams and aspirations crushed.
I thought you were supposed to be my best friend, lover, supporter
Can’t you see these tears strolling down my face?
Are they my imagination?
You promised you’d be there for me
But I don’t see your golden eyes
Or your voice.
You’re sitting there chatting away
How in the world can you not see my tears?
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