It is my fictional man
Who used to brought me flowers
Sang me a lullaby
And ride me home after dinner
He wore white shirt
And blue denim
With that loose socks
And old vans shoes
We used to laugh together
Over silly jokes
And people came by
Through our sight
He never called me by my name
He use his code
I am his blah
And he's my brew
Playing mind trick is fun
You can shape anyone
To be anything you want to
Unless,
You stay walk on the road
Not on the sky
But now he's gone
Eat up by my egoism
Ran away from my silence
Leaving me many questions
I should build
Another fictional character
To find him
And tell
Thank you
For remaining in my mind
For staying in my head
For accepting what I was.
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