In Your Well
You promised me love
But put me in a well instead.
I thought I was special.
Special enough to keep hidden
In your well,
While you lived out your love
For another,
I stayed in love with your ghost (a spell?).
You fed me dreams and hopes
Three times a day,
And three times a day you did like me.
And it felt great to be given
the time of day.
You inspired me greatly,
Rejuvenated my river's flow.
You were magical indeed
How I'll miss the way
you helped things grow.
Even though you weren't real,
And as difficult as my sadness has been to expel,
I won't forget the dreams and adventures
you gave me in your well.
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