My Imaginary Lover
He comes to me in the night
To gently stroke my hair
He is so stealthy I don't even know he's there
He is like a rogue in the night watching every breath i take
He can touch me but i cant touch him my heart is about to break
His piercing blue eyes, his thick wavy hair
his hard cold stare
saying come join me
If you dare
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