Imagination
I knew a boy
who picked flowers
instead of fights
he was calm and gentle
he always kept me
in his sight
but he had a secret
this boy I knew
was, in reality,
someone I had invented
this boy I knew
and all that we had gone through
were illusions
that never existed
who picked flowers
instead of fights
he was calm and gentle
he always kept me
in his sight
but he had a secret
this boy I knew
was, in reality,
someone I had invented
this boy I knew
and all that we had gone through
were illusions
that never existed