Imagination
I need to sleep in his arms,
Because it keeps me away from harm.
When things go wrong,
He has to say I'm strong.
Oh boy! You are my king,
Without you I should be like a bird without a wing.
He is down to earth,
Which made my mind wreath.
But I can never ever marry this boy,
As he exist in a far land known as Imagination.
#dated on: 25/01/2016
Copyright © Harshitha Gn | Year Posted 2016
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