IT'S SUNLIGHT WHILE IT'S RAINING,
CITY STREETS TURN TO GARDENS GREEN,
THE STUDIO APARTMENT'S A MANSION
THAT THE AUTHOR'S EYES HAVE SEEN.
THE TIME IS VICTORIAN ENGLAND,
OR MAYBE THE REGENCY,
OR ANY TIME, PLACE AND SETTING
DISGUISED AS TRUE HISTORY.
IT COULD EVEN BE HERE AND NOW,
BUT THE WAY YOU WANT IT TO BE;
THEN YOU GET ALL HURT AND ANGRY:
NOW'S NOT WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE.
WHY'S HE NOT TALL, HOT AND GORGEOUS?
OR RICH AND POWERFU,L TOO?
WHERE'S THAT PARAGON OF PERFECTION?
THAT'S TOTALLY WORTHY OF YOU?
WHY AREN'T YOU SHOWERED WITH GIFTS?
WHY AREN'T YOU ON HIS YACHT?
WHERE'S THE PRIVATE PLANE AND THE LIMO,
AND ALL THAT THE HERO'S HAVE GOT?
WHY DOESN'T HE SAY THAT WITHOUT YOU,
HIS LIFE WILL BE TORTUOUS HELL,
THAT HE COULDN'T GO ON IF HE LOST YOU,
HE'D JUST BE A COLD, EMPTY SHELL?
YOU KISS, BUT YOU'RE KISSING ANOTHER,
YOU'RE LOST IN THE HERO'S EMBRACE.
YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER,
BUT COMPARED TO "HIM", HE'S A DISGRACE!
AND YOU WAIT TO HEAR THAT HE'S SORRY;
SORRY THAT HE COULDN'T BE
THE FIGMENT OF IMAGINATION
YOU MISTOOK FOR REALITY.
-
Author:
Lily May Emerald (
Offline) - Published: May 30th, 2025 12:07
- Comment from author about the poem: A lot of people today talk about unrealistic expectations that women have of the kind of men ma they want, and the description fits romance novels to a tee! I thought I'd have fun with that idea!
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 3
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.