Even through my wildest dreams
I never thought she'd be my friend
That's the situation here it would seem
But she's always there in the end
She's a colorful, happy Jester
With many tricks up her sleeves
Everything is even better
Because I know she'll never leave
Every day we'll play pirates & cars
Make our own little house
then having our own playful wars
And then we try to catch our own fleeing mouse
One gloomy day, she and I fight
Because I was leaving, Maybe even forever
She's lost in my sight
Forget her? I would never
Many years passed by
And I have grown up
I looked up in the sky
I have to do my windup
I went to my room
Hoping to see her
Nothing was there, except my gloom
I cried and cried, I knew I was a liar
Now she's all gone
And I am alone
She took my happiness and admiration
But who am I to stop it? She's just my imagination
Woah a tragedy indeed, when we lose our innocence and our imaginary friends, become only, well imaginary. Keep writing on sister!
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An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. An imaginative train of thought beautifully brought forth. Thanks for sharing.