I'd cut my strings for you

I had a wish… as all young boys do
It was my desire to be real to someone like you….

It started when I was on my way to school
I got distracted by a fox whose eyes were a deceptive blue
Being naive at 18 I thought I was sure of everything I knew
Till I was made an actor in front of everyone on my debut
I remember going home from that dance feeling like a fool
I swore not to fall for another girl based on an enticing hue
Because my aching joints told me I had just been screwed

And then my nose grew…

Because I lied to myself and did the same thing after we were threw
My next honey did the same and that girl was such a pooh
But if it isn’t sweetness then what else is a boy to pursue?
So I wore her mark on my heart like it was a tattoo
I felt a longing to be free not be stuck in a zoo
Because I just didn’t want to be caged for everyone else’s view  

 I called the next girl my pleasure island because she made me feel brand new
 I remember finding her felt like I won the game till I found out I didn’t have a clue
She was disguised with a coach bag and knife and was hiding in my room
She left me with a stabbed heart and lines of poetry that still come bleeding through
But it was with her that my nose had grown so long from all the lies that had accrued
I was lucky to escape with only donkey ears and a tail as proof
Of the damage lying to yourself in love could do

I decided the next girl would have to love me knowing the lies that were construed
So I left myself open hoping that love could happen in full view
I left the ones I loved and bid everyone adieu
And that’s when I met a girl who was also hidden in a stew
Tender and loving and I wondered if I bit off more than I could chew
But for the first time I felt it was my heart and not my nose that grew

I told her my heart is still wooden and has been misused
And that my conscious had a way of not trusting from the experiences that I drew
I knew she loved me but still she hid me from everyone that she knew
So I was brave and true but maybe she felt like I still had selfishness imbued
But hadn’t I been the same one who had been there since the fall and before the rescue?

I guess I’ve always just dreamed that I could be real but I might just have to die to make us true
Then at least you would know what I always knew… To have our love be real I’d cut my strings for you

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Another one I can hear in my head as I read it... Those live poetry readings I can see you standing there. This was fill with lots of imagery and tons of heart. xo

[RSalassi]

cool. (my saying "cool" is a desperate attempt to communicate with one so young and hip, but failing miserably like the old fart I am). Dig?