I just read a poem
I had thought was about me....
But it wasn't.
I had waited.
I waited so long.
Because I saw the title.
I thought...
it was about me...
But it's not.
And here I am.
Without you.
You have him.
And will never have me
that way.
My whole heart was (is) in love with you.
Is it fantasy?
I think it's fantasy.
Up close, you're not the same
as in my dreams.
I guesss that 's a relief.
Let that poem be about her.
And not about me.
Let me find my own destiny.
And I'll love you in my own way.
About the Creator
Hillery D. Keefer
Hi! ^_^
My name is Hillery, with an 'e.' Nice to meet you. I'm new here but I've been writing poetry and flash fiction since I was a child. I like to write in the way that I think, so I guess it's kind of stream-of-consciousness at times.
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