One Time
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One time, I made up a story which I told so often,
That I started to believe it too, it was a whopper;
It all started at work with co-workers asking me,
Why does a beautiful girl like you not have a . . .
Boyfriend.
The constant questions were getting me angry,
I had been married, my love was in heaven above;
Anyways, that is another story but I was resting,
From any relationship with a man and from . . .
Dating.
So one day, I made up a boyfriend so very amazing,
I gave him a name, first and last and a real great job;
Of course, he was handsome and sexy and loved me so,
But it was a long distance relationship, you see . . .
Friends.
I gave him a personality based on truth, my husband,
It was easy and I just kept adding to that big lie;
Oh Michael said this , you know the way girls often do,
Yes indeed, he was my everything and my forever . . .
Lover.
The imaginary things we did together were so awesome,
They were based in truth, just not now, but true;
It is sort of sad in a way, oh how I exaggerated everything,
He gave me gifts, that I actually bought for . . .
Myself.
I kept up that whopper for a few years until they stopped,
The gossips moved on to another victim to bother,
And the handsome Michael just drifted away, I miss him;
Afterall, he was the perfect man really because he was . . .
Invisible.
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July 4, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/One Time
Copyright Protected, ID 16-806-143-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Tell A Tall Tale
sponsor, Jessie Day
15th Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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