He is with me
every single day
He always talks to me
Makes me happy in every way

He is handsome
his smile is enigmatic
His appearance was winsome
and his eyes twinkle like magic

He is a comfort
He was my rock
Hours of building a secret fort
and late nights of endless talk

I never knew what he did
or where he was from
What he was like a kid
Or even if he was one

Through out the years
He stayed young
He always stayed near
when I had no one

People started to whisper
she is just a kid
But my friend was always happy, a good listener
Until I realized he didn't exist, he never did

I don't know whether to or . I like this poem.

that was really good ^_^

oo-writer, nicely done! You hear about people staying in touch with their inner child, hmmmm............this provokes curiosity hmmmm, I wonder if someone was extremely sensitive if they could tap into the inner child of another? hmmmmmm

Another great one from writer_gurl

Invisible friends. I remember those days. It was so much easier to entertain myself when I had those friends that listened.

Great Write

Thanx, but the girl in this didn't think he was invisible until people told her he was