Pretenders
Stare out the window
As my imagination runs wild
Someone is running beside me
In my small life as a child
No one else sees
Imaginary friends
You never lose them
Till childhood ends
Everywhere I looked
I could feel their joy
Made up from a mind
Treasured more than toys
Always were there
And no one remembers
I believe the future is held
In the eyes of those pretenders
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PoetryIf you like intriguing poetry, this is the place to look. It all depends on what your taste is but I hope that most of you can relate at least a few of these. PBA some poems contain triggering or sensitive topics. Cover created by @GabPierrette on...
