A ghost
A mere illusion
A figment of the mind
An imaginary body.
He wanted to have someone
He needed to make someone happy
He was desperate
He saw a unfortunate soul who was trapped.
They talked
They visited
They were looked at weird
They were them.
So naive they were
So imaginative they thought
So smart but yet so dumb
So much potential
It's sometimes best to be lonely
It's sometimes best to be sad
It's sometimes best to not be desperate
It's sometimes best to not see in our eyes; but in our hearts.
He just wanted to be noticed
To be welcomed
To be needed
To feel special.
After all he was just an illusion to be tricked.
A very kind illusion
He ignores only One illusion that holds truth he didn't want to hear
An illusion of misery
An illusion of lies
He was just full of illusions.
A creation
A delusion
A truth
A silent soul
That's all he is and that's all he will ever be.
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Now believe it or not all my poems actually have a story. I want you to guess what I was trying to tell here and if you guess right you might get a prize. Have fun guessing.
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Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
