You were the beginning
Of a story
I daydreamed,
You stepped out of my mind
And into reality,
One sided conversations
Were a thing of the past,
I grew fond of you
This reflection born
But no one saw you,
And the doubts set in;
Were you real at all?
Or had I just crossed the line
In my head; where facts
Were just as real as fiction,
This set you ablaze
And as the fires burned; they consumed
What little of you I knew,
And as you disappeared
A cloud of ashes
I knew you were;
The shortest chapter in my book...
© okpoet
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
You were the beginning
Of a story
I daydreamed,
You stepped out of my mind
And into reality,
One sided conversations
Were a thing of the past,
I grew fond of you
This reflection born
But no one saw you,
And the doubts set in;
Were you real at all?
Or had I just crossed the line
In my head; where facts
Were just as real as fiction,
This set you ablaze
And as the fires burned; they consumed
What little of you I knew,
And as you disappeared
A cloud of ashes
I knew you were;
The shortest chapter in my book...
© okpoet
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