"Sky is blue" he started.
"Roses are red" I continued.
"We are hopeless" he finished.
"OMG, that's horrible" I laughed.
"Tell me about your day."
"I rode the subway to Neverland. I stopped and breathed desolate air. My legs took me to places I've never been to before. Someone stopped me by grabbing my arms and said "he is not real". I smiled because only blind people couldn't see. I - "
"Do you know who that was?" he interrupted.
"A stranger in Neverland."
"Do you believe her? What she said about me..."
"It doesn't matter what's real or not. You are here and she isn't."
Do you want more?!!!!😂😂😀
Agatha.
Xoxo.
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Pillow Talks
PoetryA conversational collection of poems of a girl and her thoughts. She speaks to an illusion created from her imagination to ease the pain of solitude. I designed the cover on Canva but the picture is not mine.
