Dear impossible,
Misty eyes and thoughtful things.
Hope dangling by a string.
Childhood hopes, heartbreaking flings.
You inspire me to create
Different worlds, tricky dreams.
You tell me it’s been done
Over and over.
It will never be unique.
So I add a twist,
And you whisper,
“No one will like it.”
I shrug because I’ve heard it
So many times before.
Dear impossible,
You are only improbable.
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I love the format of this poem. I love reading the words. It all flows neatly.
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Thank you. I was actually sort of worried about the flow, and am relieved that it turned out good. 🙂
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This is my first vote for publishing. I’ll look through the others and pick the other four.
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Thanks!
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