You are the puppy I’ve always wanted
You are a song with a perfect rhyme
You are made out of my imagination
You are something that I call mine
But you disappeare too soon
As I wake
Tag: fantasy
Yours
Arms stretching out
Feeling the boarders of my imagination
Running my fingers on an unseen destination
How could I see things I can not imagine?
How could I become what I do not dare to be?
This box
Was not
Made
For
ME
.
.
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The Child Within| Short Poem
The child within smiles at the toys I see
The child within is happy to be me
Fascinated by the street lights and the sounds of the sirens that she’s only heard on TV
She wished this for me
The child within got me as far as she could
And now she smiles
Watches my life unfold as it should
