She is just a character
You made up in your head
Beautiful, happy, lovely indeed
A perfectly fictional reality
She has a pretty smile
And blue eyes to boot
She is there when you call
To lean on, a friend for life
But she has a reality
A real life she lives
One where she is broken
Tortured and in need of repair
One where she feels nobody cares
History has beat her black and blue
A heart pierced with unhealed wounds
But in your words she was made new
A new life began on the pages
Written from your imagination
She began to bury history
She was better, is better
Because of you
splendid words…truly someone’s hope can inspire our own..:)
yes sure yes sure…i love duet with u…:)
I find that there is a piece of reality in all of my fiction, just as there are pieces of fiction in my reality. Who says you have to be a baby to know birth? Excellent work.
So powerfully written… and blue eyes have a magical influence!
Hasty, you have a wonderful imagination. Words come so easily to you, it seems. I’m slightly jealous.
It’s slightly embarrassing sometimes my feelings are such an open book for everyone to read. But thank you…I am glad you come with me on my silly journey.
You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. I think you’re a very talented writer and poet. I wasn’t lying about being jealous. I really am.
Thanks…really…you are a great writer so it means something….maybe it shouldn’t be jealousy though…maybe admiration for a fellow writer
Sure, we’ll go with that. I certainly don’t begrudge you your talent as a jealous person would. So, yes, I admire your talent then. See? All better.
Eskimo kisses!!!
Woohoo!
Even better when the fiction becomes reality and the two are reconciled to each other!
GAH! All better.
Whoever inspired this poem is quite a person to have had an effect on you. You probably had an even bigger effect on them, I bet.
They love you too.
All warm and tingly now….wait…I just peed my pants
LOL! Don’t get too excited! Maybe you should read comments in the bathroom? Or on newspaper?
I bet you’re relieved, though.
Bad Hasty! Bad! Change your sheets! Of newspaper, I mean.
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