My love is real and takes the shape of a tall man
I imagine he would stay near me when life is tough.
Still days do not bring me the comfort I long to obtain,
My life crawls through roads that are curvy and rough.
My love is an imaginary play on the stage of life
And even if I had the choice, I would walk this way.
Some feelings do not make sense and could be cut out with a knife,
But I choose to wright for him while I live out each day.
My love is not a fairy tale and will never be.
I still live my life through poems with an uncertain goal,
Chasing him is not easy and there is little light I can see,
But I keep loving a dream, despite bruises on my soul.
Kristina
Friday July 17th, 2020
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