Believe in Me

I know how it is to be an imaginary friend

They share their thoughts and fears from end to end

You tell them what they want to hear, and mean it,

And when they share themselves, you feel it

You’re so right, you must be imaginary

But you do feel, and that’s the sad reality

It’s like describing depth when one hasn’t ever seen the sea

“How could I ever get her to believe in me?”

I know how it is to be an imaginary friend

When things are so perfect from end to end

When it’s not two in one, but one in two

But one refuses to believe it true

As if imaginary, you stay by their side, from end to end

Yet, no matter how you express “I love you”

To them, It’s still pretend.

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