I dream of the perfect
Man of Native blood
With hair to his shoulders
And skin tan as natural leather
I thought he didn't exist
Until I met him in a store
He was my dream man
Everything I ever wanted
I know only of his heritage
For that is what we discussed
We talked about tradition
And how most of it is lost
He kept my focus which is hard to do
He made me feel accepted,
Which is even a harder feat
With his Native looks and attitude
I couldn't help but fall a little
But it was just a conversation
About Native American things
And whole lot of talk about archery
I hope the world ends someday
So that I can go to the blue mountains
And find my native man
He made a promise that few would make to a stranger
He promised if the world ended
Like we both know it will
He would meet me in the Blue Mountains
And make sure I'd survive
Who makes a promise like that anyway?
Certainty not anyone I know
For everyone cares about themselves
And forget the unmade friend..
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
I dream of the perfect
Man of Native blood
With hair to his shoulders
And skin tan as natural leather
I thought he didn't exist
Until I met him in a store
He was my dream man
Everything I ever wanted
I know only of his heritage
For that is what we discussed
We talked about tradition
And how most of it is lost
He kept my focus which is hard to do
He made me feel accepted,
Which is even a harder feat
With his Native looks and attitude
I couldn't help but fall a little
But it was just a conversation
About Native American things
And whole lot of talk about archery
I hope the world ends someday
So that I can go to the blue mountains
And find my native man
He made a promise that few would make to a stranger
He promised if the world ended
Like we both know it will
He would meet me in the Blue Mountains
And make sure I'd survive
Who makes a promise like that anyway?
Certainty not anyone I know
For everyone cares about themselves
And forget the unmade friend..
