I'd fall in love with highschool queens And fantasize their love for me while most of them I never knew I held them close in visioned rooms when I was younger like a child the world seemed easy filled with smiles where happiness was made of dreams and love escapes reality
But years pass by like autumn leaves the future holds what we can't see Desperately I tried to grow outside the dreams I cherished so I stumbled through my tortured teens searched my browser endlessly filling superficial needs where love escapes reality
A brown skinned girl moved in next door and as I got to know her more I realized that she could see My hopeless insecurities She'd hold my hand and make me laugh my buried troubles melted fast reality and love can last.
Bridge: no one completely wins the game but hidden dreams make little gain where reality with quality developes from integrity while frozen eyes may stare at you because you hinder them with truth they share debauchery with lies and wonder why you don't comply but true love opens up a door where two can deal with the course of reality
The guys like me who never knew the social pride of wealthy youth were overlooked as simple sheep and never destined to succeed that was long ago an I can say Their world is worse than yesterday But all those dreams I had for free Are measured in reality
The brown skinned girl and I we share A growing love beyond the glare Of sullen eyes in disbelief Who find their havens incomplete With shallow minds and racial smears they deserve their latest tears The brown skinned girl and me are lovers in reality.
[This message has been edited by ethome (12-30-2017 09:04 PM).]
This is the epitome of a happy ending. Tis true, with age comes wisdom, and having the presence of mind about the the things and the people that really matter in our lives. Your poem is really nice and strikes a heartfelt chord.
Happy New Year good poet.
New Brunswick Canada
A fine tribute to not only finding love...but love itself. So glad to hear that you have found what makes you happy. True love comes in many colors Pleasure reading from your pen and look forward to more. Alana
New Brunswick Canada
Thank you Alana I appreciate your comment. It is a long ballad lyric but not about me, mostly about how we are all the same in many ways but some are cruel. Nice to see they get what they deserve...sometimes....
Many thanks again.
true love never looks after it's own interests