We watch movies and repeatedly listen to songs
Drawling on and on about the perfect, most passionate love.
Soulmates;
But if I loved the way I want,
The way they do in the movies,
Boom box outside your window,
Traveling across the world at the drop of a hat,
Grabbing your hand and dragging you out at night and early morning to watch stars and sunrises,
The grand gestures.
People would look at me like I was crazy.
It would get old;
To have someone who's eyes have glassed over with a rose colored shade.

You wouldn't live me.
You wouldn't experience me.

No.

You'd rather sit on your *** and watch me, portayed in bits and pieces,
On your TV screen.

Had life’s purpose been to dream
I would’ve been the queen

But ‘stead I am mere begger
melting in sun’s sweet beam

A mixture of mud and gravel could be heard under the soles of my boots.
Dogs barking, horses simply bickering with one another,
And the loud rush of cars passing by on the highway.
The roof wasn’t hard to climb up onto.
Clouds passed by in the summer blue sky,
Red paint was peeling off of the barn,
And I got lost
Somewhere between the trees in the distance and my own dreamy state.
When I was found,
The stars in the dark ocean above me made my own heart flutter.
Still, unforgiving cold tugged at my limbs,
Telling me to go.
I slid off the roof of the red barn
And went home.