Bicycle Rides.

A pulsing summer night
on a bicycle ride.
I can taste the scent of rain.
I count time as the cars speed by.
I cringe at throbbing pain.

Because I spent miles just to see him.
And now I limp away.
But I'll ride again to meet him.
Tomorrow's just the same.

I smirk at my rebellion.
Oh, what would mother say?
If she knew just how her angel
liked to spend the day.

But mommy's far too busy
to really see her little girl.
How I'm being such a woman.
How I make this boy my world.

And even when she notices,
she seems to close her eyes.
She has a lover of her own,
no right to critisize.

I grip the sturdy handle bars,
until my knuckles fade.
He promises so many things.
that he'll never go away.

And so I just believe him,
because I'm sure that this is love.
I'm anxious for my fairytale,
and I can never get enough.

Ignorance is blissful.
Reality's a lie.

To the young and foolish girl
on her bicycle ride.