My Imaginary Girl
When you wake up and it is all a dream.
I visualise you lying on my bed,
No words spoken, none need to be said,
I hold you close in the comfort of my bed,
My imaginary girl
Your eyes sparkle with delight,
As we make sweet love by the moonlight,
Lost in a world, holding each other all night,
My imaginary girl
But when morning comes,
you are not there,
No sign of you,
My bed is bare,
Yet in my mind,
I know you were there,
My imaginary girl.
The pillow is warm where you lay your head,
Has my mind been horribly misled?
Could it be you were never in my bed?
My imaginary girl.
No, I know it to be true,
I saw your eyes of azure blue,
As the moonlight came streaming through,
We made love just me and you,
My beautiful girl,
My imaginary girl …….
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Till next time,
Calvin
About the Creator
Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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Comments (6)
Beautiful poetry!❤️
Wow this was outstanding. You did not miss a beat. Every rhyme and word worked so well together, and the quoted part, the highlighted section blew me away. That repeated line, ‘my imaginary girl’ is also ghostlike but memorable. I also like the fact that you included the disbelief, the logic and rational of having been there with her. Again, I am blown away 👌🏽 Oh and when I read just the bold writing, together as if it was a poem of its own. It’s still so good, wow. I am impressed Calvin 👏🏽
I hope they give you TS for this it’s amazingly real. Nice one♦️✍️🏆📕♦️
We can only hope certain things aren't just a dream or imagination. Loved your poem!
I agree with Mike. I prefer dreaming some days
Dreams can sometimes be so wonderful its almost a nightmare to wake up