I must go, I can't stay
Headaches coming back again
Felt real good for two, three days
But now it's back and I can't stay

Lil' kids, here and there
A young adult who thinks that he's a man
A princess held in high desire
And every other stokes his fire

And when he looks back at his laughs
Feels like a fool that's blown his chance
Now he bubbles up with hate
For this is how he compensates

An unknown need to be the show
He keeps his eyes on where she goes
Still young - thinks life's a fantasy
That his dreams will happen if he just believes

A grip that's tightened through the years
Some days his anger turns to tears
But then once again he fills with rage
Our hero and the girl he saves

Stops her conversing with another
Never to see things from another angle
Shown only what he lets her see
Our Princess young and so naive

Shades are drawn and glasses tinted
A filtered view of every instant
Will Our Princess ever see the light of day,
much to our hero's dismay . . .

© Left Field

You are a very great poet Left Field! I love your work!

And yet another great one cupcake =)... I wish I could write like you. Pred is right you are indeed a great poet hun. Love reading your poems.
-Kissmet-

The two of you are very kind and I really appreciate it!

Much thanks.