Does she think of me on sleepless nights or see my face in her dreams?

Does she talk of me to lovers and hope to find a place for me in all-star teams?

Am I the first name on her lips when she brings to mind noble kings?

Every time she turns does she pray she sees her angel without wings?

When I reach out does she smile with racing heart and vow to play hard to get?

Are the memories of golden moments burnt in her mind so she can never forget?

Real life and fiction blur and merge when the truth becomes obscured by lies

Every word and every picture cuts like a knife as a piece of me withers and dies

Will the future mirror the past as friends and enemies can’t be told apart?

Pride dented and swallowed as fake smiles stand side by side with broken heart

The End

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