Reality?
At night in my sleep I can feel your touch.
I tried so hard to tell you "I love you so much."
I've tried to let you go, to let it all go away.
But it seems that your memory has decided to stay.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be
If I'd never meet you, and you had never meet me.
I can't stand how no other can add up to you.
Was it all just a fallacy? Is anything true?
Someday I'll figure out how you feel inside.
Weather all of it was real, or if you just lied.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Nov 12, 2006.
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I totally love your poems. You're going on my "favorites." HAHA.