bundeva

The little girl blinked and he was gone Unsure if he was ever really there But she knew that something had inspired her To do things she wouldn’t normally dare A teardrop too many he once told her Had brought him from the shadows of her mind As those around her began to wander Across her imagination's fine line But now he seemed to have walked away As she found the life she had long sought He slowly drifted back to the shadows From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts And the fools around her carried the spades Burying him with her imagination With an epitaph etched on a tombstone ‘Here lies my potential for creation’