Crossing the line of make believe
Nothing in this world would be real
Repairing hearts, that are apart
By breaking the great golden seal
Breaking the frosted glass between us
The wrinkles enhance her beauty
Please don’t be scared, we’re all bared
By the changes doing our duty
Burning down the rice paper walls
Eyes charm like they did yesterday
Watching the crane, on windowpane
By tripping long along the way
Crossing the line of make believe
Nothing in this world would be real
Failing repair, no nothings fair
By the graveyard wishing tears heal
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/10
Michael's Lair 
Very nice write….I specially like the repetitive lines:
Crossing the line of make believe
Nothing in this world would be real
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I appreciate you saying Heaven.
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It seems as if the line between make believe and reality is being somewhat lost these days amid the young teens endless ‘I wants’ and these are mostly hand held games for them to be lost in their own fantasy worlds. This piece of yours seemed to be saying that to me. Great writing.
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However you interpretative is fine with me. That one certainly works.
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Beautiful poem! “Fairy tales” don’t come true without hard work. 🙂
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Thank you.
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This one gave me shivers for some reason! Great poem Boo! burrr, Terri
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Breaking through can be scary.
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“Breaking the frosted glass between us” love it! Great piece.
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Thanks Laura for visiting and commenting.
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