But I don’t live in a place where poetry is born Where there is a small café Down the street And all you think about Is how to make ends meet
No I don’t live in a beautiful town With chattering people all around I live in a place of soccer and school Of long-lost dreams and neighborhood pools
I live in a place that many dream of Where one’s only worry Is if their house is clean enough
But I want to live not play soccer and go to school I don’t want to worry about how I’ll be cool I only want to leave And never return To this city where my dreams Have crashed and burned
I want to live in a place where poetry is born Where people dance on the streets Not for fun, but to feed their children And with a man on the road who stands on his feet With a cardboard sign saying he has nothing to eat
I want to live in a place where I can help I guess I just want to live in the real world Not a protected neighborhood With security and safety But rather a place where life is tasty
And the next day is never the same As the one that just passed And you’re caught wishing these days would last
I love you. Were you not aware?? Every time I think of you, I smile everywhere. Every time I think of you I smile, And every time I smile I think of you. So basically, I’m always smiling And I’m always thinking of you.
Quite a life isn’t it?? If only you knew. Maybe you feel the same way I do. I’ll never know because I’ll never tell
The way you make me feel whenever you’re around, When you’re beside me When I can feel you breathe When I see you smile When I look into your beautiful eyes When I hear your laugh from across the room. I don’t know if I can stand not to tell you soon.
But there is no way, No way I’ll ever Because of the things they’ll say. Maybe you’ll disagree, But I know you’d laugh anyway Because they’re your friends and you must.
If you don’t laugh they might soon know, And if they knew I don’t know what I’d do. I’d have to suffer through whatever They’d do or say to me,
And I know that if they knew I’d never Be able to be with you the way I want to Because you listen too well And you trust them too much, Which is why I fell in love with your trust and your touch.
Her hair smelled of salt and fruity shampoo, A strangely pleasant mix of the two. Actually everything about her seemed pleasant,
Her silky black hair And her freckles all over her newly sunburnt skin That pink glow came from her skin just as it came from her lips Her feet digging in the sand As someone grasps her hand
But no one notices him For she is a beauty beyond compare. She loosens her hand to run it through her hair. She begins to get up, the hesitates.
There is a look, undefined, I just couldn’t place. I know what that face could be Because now I see that same face on me. It is hard to explain, hard to define That face that appeared on both hers and mine.
But again as I sit, seeing this girl She has gotten up and is beginning to leave. She sees me looking and smiles at me. It’s one of those empty, meaningless smiles one gives a stranger.
That’s what we were then, don’t you remember?? When your hair still smelled of salt and shampoo And your smile still faded when I looked away from you.
Things got better. That boy is gone. It took you a while, but you moved on, Moved on to life and moved on to love And moved on to that smile you give out of love.
Your smile has changed from that first day. It is no longer empty and strange in that way. Now it means much more than words. And now sitting with you, hand in hand, You smile down at your newfound best friend.