Get Real

The water balloons and snowballs are stacked by the Buckeye tree,
The snowman has stopped giving the evil look to me.
All the tiger’s, space-travelers, superheroes and my usual company,
Decided one fine day, that its time I set them free.
The reality sucks but they say it’s true,
Reality was imaginary with you.
Susie where are you?


P.S: My first attempt at a poem. Have mercy. :)