They always used to dress up,
They were told it wasn’t real.
But when they stepped into those old clothes…
It felt as if it were real.
She would be the Snow Queen, her dress flowing along,
He would be the pirate,
Bold as can be.
They are old now,
They realise it must have been a fantasy,
They stepped into the musty old clothes once more…
The familiar rush of the game came back,
Is it real… or not?
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Your poem is incredible! When you said that you couldn’t write really good, you were wrong, because this poem is really excellent! 🙂