You Are Gone Now
Hair golden like the sun on a hot summer day. Soft to the touch like a microfiber quilt. Eyes blue as the sky. Deep as the sea. Looks at me like they're looking into me. Down into my soul, down into my heart. To see how I am apart, from the other who deceive.
Lips redder than a rose, fresh off the bush. Plumper than a plum ripe of the tree. Ears small as an elf, perfect as nature's bliss. Freckles like light polka dots.
Body curvier than an old country road in the Midwest. Muscular and lean like sprinting cheetah's. Legs short like Mario before a power up. Yet defined as a word in a dictionary.
Fierce as a lion, but scared as a cat. For she doesn't know what to expect next. Talented as a prodigy, smarter than a genius. More clever than the great Tom Sawyer himself.
Heart bigger than the Grinch's after the Who's Christmas. I would rather have her over a thousand Joilie's and ten thousand Brad Pitts. Kissing her would be better than kissing Aphrodite herself.
But I cannot kiss. I cannot hug. I cannot hold you close to my heart. I cannot touch. I cannot see what's under those clothes. For I cannot have, not even at all.
You are gone now, and will rarely come back. I can only dream. I can only hope. I can only imagine what's under those clothes. I can only pretend to hug. I can only pretend to touch. I can kiss you in my head. I can only have you on paper. No where else.
You are the apple of my eye, but I am not yours. You are my Cherie amour, but I won't be yours. You are my world, and I can only pretend that I'm yours. You don't care about me, you only know my name, and what type of instrument I play. You only see the number on my music, but not the passion that I have inside. You only see my unflattering body, but not the rest.
You see that I am a girl, and that's enough for you. That's the only reason why I cannot hold you in my loving arms. Why I cannot kiss you of every second of every day. That is the reason why I cannot have you.
If I were a boy would it be the same? Or would I have a chance at calling you mine? If I were a boy I could scream to the world how much I love you, and no one would judge. But if I scream it now, everybody would talk. I would hear the conversation die down when I walk by. I would feel the relentless stares of poplar girls. I would have a broken heart because you would stay clear. Never come talk to me, never come near. I would go home and sulk in my room, and write poems and stories of what could. Like what could be our lives, and how happy we'd be. I would love you, and you would love me. I would tell you my secrets, you would tell me your worries. I would try to get rid of all of them, no matter how big they are. I would want you to feel safe, and I would hold all of your worries.
You don't need them, I can tell. You're scared of what your future may hold. Scared of being thrown into new surroundings with a bunch of strange people. Not knowing where to go, when to talk, and how to act. Living each day in worry of what will come next.
I would be sure to take all of these thoughts and bury them in a deep grave. Somewhere secluded, where no one would hang. Never to be seen again, just so you can have fun. I would do all of this for you, but you will never know. You are gone now, and rarely coming back.
Lips redder than a rose, fresh off the bush. Plumper than a plum ripe of the tree. Ears small as an elf, perfect as nature's bliss. Freckles like light polka dots.
Body curvier than an old country road in the Midwest. Muscular and lean like sprinting cheetah's. Legs short like Mario before a power up. Yet defined as a word in a dictionary.
Fierce as a lion, but scared as a cat. For she doesn't know what to expect next. Talented as a prodigy, smarter than a genius. More clever than the great Tom Sawyer himself.
Heart bigger than the Grinch's after the Who's Christmas. I would rather have her over a thousand Joilie's and ten thousand Brad Pitts. Kissing her would be better than kissing Aphrodite herself.
But I cannot kiss. I cannot hug. I cannot hold you close to my heart. I cannot touch. I cannot see what's under those clothes. For I cannot have, not even at all.
You are gone now, and will rarely come back. I can only dream. I can only hope. I can only imagine what's under those clothes. I can only pretend to hug. I can only pretend to touch. I can kiss you in my head. I can only have you on paper. No where else.
You are the apple of my eye, but I am not yours. You are my Cherie amour, but I won't be yours. You are my world, and I can only pretend that I'm yours. You don't care about me, you only know my name, and what type of instrument I play. You only see the number on my music, but not the passion that I have inside. You only see my unflattering body, but not the rest.
You see that I am a girl, and that's enough for you. That's the only reason why I cannot hold you in my loving arms. Why I cannot kiss you of every second of every day. That is the reason why I cannot have you.
If I were a boy would it be the same? Or would I have a chance at calling you mine? If I were a boy I could scream to the world how much I love you, and no one would judge. But if I scream it now, everybody would talk. I would hear the conversation die down when I walk by. I would feel the relentless stares of poplar girls. I would have a broken heart because you would stay clear. Never come talk to me, never come near. I would go home and sulk in my room, and write poems and stories of what could. Like what could be our lives, and how happy we'd be. I would love you, and you would love me. I would tell you my secrets, you would tell me your worries. I would try to get rid of all of them, no matter how big they are. I would want you to feel safe, and I would hold all of your worries.
You don't need them, I can tell. You're scared of what your future may hold. Scared of being thrown into new surroundings with a bunch of strange people. Not knowing where to go, when to talk, and how to act. Living each day in worry of what will come next.
I would be sure to take all of these thoughts and bury them in a deep grave. Somewhere secluded, where no one would hang. Never to be seen again, just so you can have fun. I would do all of this for you, but you will never know. You are gone now, and rarely coming back.