Disclaimer: You know how it goes. Not mine, blahdy-blah.
I had Edward Cullen in mind when I wrote this but it could apply to a few others as well. I'm sure many of you have felt the same way at some point. sigh
Real boys just can't compete...
Ode to a Fictional Character
Is it sad that my love isn't real;
He cannot see, he cannot feel?
I'll never feel his arm's embrace,
Or smell his scent, or taste his taste.
And yet, he offers more appeal
Than any boy I know who's real.
Just the perfect dichotomy
Of strength and sensitivity.
He'd always listen and wipe my tears,
Protect me from danger, allay my fears.
Furthermore, he can't desert me;
He'll never leave and never hurt me.
When I'm lonely and it's him I need,
All I have to do is read.
He makes me laugh, he makes me cry,
Tense my fists, or breathe a sigh.
He's all I think about, all I dream,
In all my writing, he's a common theme.
It may be sad that my love isn't real,
But that doesn't change the way I feel.
No, I'm not crazy. I prefer the term obsessed. Please review and let me know what you think of my writing.
