Sweet, sweet lover boy
Your candy has run out.
The car is gone too, I'm sure, without a doubt!
Lover boy, lover boy, please do not cry...
Infatuation is always a lover's secret lie.
No, don't drink whiskey, please.
It might be a good release
But it becomes a dark pit
And in there you'll sit.
Lover boy, lover boy, cant you see?
You mean so much more to me
Than candy and treats!
Lover boy, lover boy, I know that you're there
Open the door so we can be fair.
I know that it's difficult, I know that it's hard
But you are in there and I'm in the yard!
Let me help you find that Cloud Nine
She will be kind and oh, glory-divine!
Maybe you're not ready and that's okay too,
Lover boy, lover boy, whatever you do
Make sure she's ready and always be kind,
Never assume it's a "yes" if you know she's imbibed.
Accept the word "no", respect her wishes, respect her
And you've got a keeper!
YOU ARE READING
The Dying Poet's Dream
PoetryGo on an adventure with me through words, landscapes, and dreams. Sail beyond your landscapes and follow your own compass to the beat of your own drum. Follow me through the woods and adventure to the great beyond.
