I'll never write the novel
about the boy who falls in love
with the girl next door
because of her amazing
morals and serious brown eyes
because he has
silently admired her through
his window
for so many years
Instead I'll write about the girl
who loves the boy
she only sees in her dreams
a vision that seeps
deep into her blood
in her sleep
and transforms her upon
awakening
she never meets him
but she knows somewhere
he is real
during her desperate search
for this unnamed man
she becomes trapped
in an underwater tunnel
with her last breath she realizes
that this man is...
I love this poem! It's the story of my life, minus the underwater tunnel and the final realization that he's... imaginary?
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