What if I told you that the
place you call home was
really just a house.
What if I told you that the
polaroids on your walls are
snapshots of your imagination.
Would you still pretend
that your flowers bloom brilliant
every Spring?
Would you still pretend
that your leaves fade
as Autumn impends?
Would you believe
that your world
wasn't crumbling?
Would you
believe that
I tell the truth?
What if I told you that I'm
not real, would you
still be there for me?
copyright : 2008
(I posted a poem earlier today with the same first 3 lines, and then I revised it and came up with this one, tell me what you Think)
Tags: