I’m listening to the teenagers fall in love next door.
Music plays softly in the background, setting the mood.
It’s a beautiful sight as I’m watching it from my spot in the window.
Strings of lights surround them while they gaze up at the stars.
They are making pointless conversation that goes in endless circles
But both of them seem to be completely ecstatic and enthralled
With just each other’s company.
In their own little corner, in the limited space that is
Someone else’s backyard, they are protected and safe from reality.
It gives me hope.
I can feel myself getting lost in the excitement once again.
Maybe there’s a love out there that is only precious and clean.
Without a single speck of imperfection, infidelity, or mean
Where’s the magic? The one that I’m supposed to believe in.
Where is my soulmate the one with which
I’m supposed to keep dreaming
In my imagination, these teenagers are so much more
She’s the shy belle of the season, attractive beyond measure
And of course, he’s the charismatic boy with
A good amount of reason
But truth be told, I don’t know her.
Or him. Or if they are actually even a couple.
Or just friends stealing kisses under the pale moonlight.
They just seem so perfect from up here,
Flawless, absolutely faultless.
That’s not practical though, is it?
I want the magic to be real.
For their smiles and loving feelings to be genuine.
Unfortunately, in my experience I’ve learned
Real love doesn’t work that way.
Maybe in the movies, maybe for a couple of days.
But it’s not real, at least, for a love that lasts.
However, the real point of inquiry
Is why I’m sitting by this window
Completely captivated this beautiful maybe, maybe not
Couple hidden away from the world
I think a part of me wants to be them.
I want to be in a love like theirs.
One that’s filled with soft glowing candlelit discussions,
Filled with smiles and gazing into each other’s eyes.
While watching the stars, with their gentle hands intertwined.
I want to be in a love like theirs.
But what does that say about mine?
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
I’m listening to the teenagers fall in love next door.
Music plays softly in the background, setting the mood.
It’s a beautiful sight as I’m watching it from my spot in the window.
Strings of lights surround them while they gaze up at the stars.
They are making pointless conversation that goes in endless circles
But both of them seem to be completely ecstatic and enthralled
With just each other’s company.
In their own little corner, in the limited space that is
Someone else’s backyard, they are protected and safe from reality.
It gives me hope.
I can feel myself getting lost in the excitement once again.
Maybe there’s a love out there that is only precious and clean.
Without a single speck of imperfection, infidelity, or mean
Where’s the magic? The one that I’m supposed to believe in.
Where is my soulmate the one with which
I’m supposed to keep dreaming
In my imagination, these teenagers are so much more
She’s the shy belle of the season, attractive beyond measure
And of course, he’s the charismatic boy with
A good amount of reason
But truth be told, I don’t know her.
Or him. Or if they are actually even a couple.
Or just friends stealing kisses under the pale moonlight.
They just seem so perfect from up here,
Flawless, absolutely faultless.
That’s not practical though, is it?
I want the magic to be real.
For their smiles and loving feelings to be genuine.
Unfortunately, in my experience I’ve learned
Real love doesn’t work that way.
Maybe in the movies, maybe for a couple of days.
But it’s not real, at least, for a love that lasts.
However, the real point of inquiry
Is why I’m sitting by this window
Completely captivated this beautiful maybe, maybe not
Couple hidden away from the world
I think a part of me wants to be them.
I want to be in a love like theirs.
One that’s filled with soft glowing candlelit discussions,
Filled with smiles and gazing into each other’s eyes.
While watching the stars, with their gentle hands intertwined.
I want to be in a love like theirs.
But what does that say about mine?