Lovestruck Fools
I have that highschool longing,
For the linking of love.
I have that youthful yearning,
For the erratic heartbeat.
Alas, I cannot act.
For a rainbow holds me hostage.
My closet is my captor.
My family are my jailors.
“You’re my boy,” he whispers to me.
Reality never does what it’s told.
Unfortunately, in a nightmarish world,
Dreams are fool’s gold.
Love is so elusive,
Like a wanted criminal.
Three other pink boys
Around the school.
None of them are my type,
So I guess it's cool.
My mother asks me,
“Where’s your girlfriend?”
She thinks I’m a queer kind of boy.
When will this all end?
All the lovers, they mock me.
They flaunt it out, on the T.V.
Boy meets girl, and that’s so lovely.
I punched a hole in my heart.
He walks past me, I watch with glee.
That boy likes me, or is it just the wind?
Careful crushes and secret stares.
Guarded glances and fantasy affairs.
Platonic ties can be so cruel.
I’m just one of those tragically lovestruck fools.
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