She was the girl
with a broken heart
full of stitches that sputtered
and spat and beat on
despite the pain of being
and her smile
still had the charm and beauty
that could make anyone
belive in love
and she was the kind of person
he wanted to waste his time with
but he had run out of time to waste
and he couldn't remember
if he had meet her in a dream
or a conversation he had
while lost in his imagination
and it was all just the same
because he knew
he wasn't made to be real
anywhere outside
the world of crumpled paper
and lost pages
stained with blood
and ink sputtering
from his heart
that despite being dead
could still find a reason
to beat when lost
under the beauty
of the charm
of her smile
and it could have been love
in the imagination
of his dreams
or it could have been real
in the dreams
of his imagination
but it wasn't the time
or the place
so he slowly faded away
while imagining
what a dream it would be
to fall for the girl
with her broken heart
and they could
sputter and waste and love
and get lost in conversation
of dreams and imagination