Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Imaginary Friend

She Looks at me as if She hasn't seen me in years.
She hugs me as if I'm imaginary,
That friend she has that no one could see
In substantial, a figment
as if the only way for me to exist is but in a figurative sense,

I am imaginary because apparently there is no way that a man like me could really exist,
Could actually be real.
It's gone that far, the ways to describe a noble man has changed,
The adjectives that once held strong gave way to a lack of faith.

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