I'm back . . . and somewhat depressive.

If I'm Imaginary

Will you ever see me

And not think,

I'm Invisible

If I was real,

like the feelings I feel

Would you hold me close

And smile in my eyes

Just like with her

Would you text me too

And ask to hold my books

For real

Just like the feelings I feel

Too bad it's too late

Rejection in my hands

As you walk away

My roses in the trash