There was a boy,
The truth is, there was,
Night was,
Probably hazel eyes and platinum hair.
As I stared at his eyes, I did not understand
The eyes were not there,
The stars alone.
It seemed to me that
While watching the sky, I was not alone
'Night' is what I named him
At times,
When I spoke, I felt like he was listening
He was waiting for me.
My imagination was so vivid that I didn't realize I was staring at hollowness
Night was my vision, and I was smitten by it.
But the dream remained a dream
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Author:
Hana Randre (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i believe the night sky says much. falling in love with your imagination. falling in love with someone who does not exist. just like the girl in the poem refers to a boy she fantasied in her mind, then fell in love with it. but the sad part of every imagination is no one except you can see it.
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Comments2
Dreams are a place where romance is waiting.
Good writing, will you show us more anf join in?
Welcome to MPS.
May that dream become reality Hana.
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