My Imagination

by Jenna Balkin   Mar 29, 2006


She stares into her imagination,
lost in a fake world of happiness,
where life always goes the way we plan it to...

She's sitting alone on a swing,
you come up behind and push her gently,
the way she likes it...

She turns around and reaches out to caress your neck,
you smile weakly, and fade to nothing,
and she cries,
remembering it's only her imagination...

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