Street of Dreams

When no one seems to care...

I can't write of Jelly Beans and flowers blowing in the breeze

The words become dismayed they wreaked havoc in a sneeze

I can't tell anyone of words of happy places of forevermore

The letters stick to my fingertips like a dirty little w***e

I can write of love and passion its all I have done in years

Erasing my guilt and deepest pain and removing all my fears

Displaying my thoughts and dreams for everyone to see

In hopes that someone would finally look deeply at me

A hand, a heart beating together as one is the key division

Nothing more, nothing less it makes for a lives provision

I'm not so young today, I've past my bed hopping good times

I've done my deeds and played as well as committed crimes

My vision doesn't see age, beauty or a sense of lust

In sharing the same dreams of having touched in trust

Yet I see the young want beauty and well built attire

Willing to fall, hurt and ignore a giving and lasting desire

They will touch a hand momentarily and fall out of care

Jump to the next, or free moving forward to another affair

Cry the tears of loss, the sensations of being in love

But youth never feels the elders caring

Reviews

[PHFASCES]

I like your style. Its a brilliant and inspirational piece. Your rhymes were well executed. Your second stanza has sparked an idea ive been trying to get out for a while. i also relate to it personally. I look forward to following your works.

[Bohrium Guy]

Thanks Sam, feel free to friend up as I am slowly uploading my 300+ poems here... :) Thanks for the nice review.

[PHFASCES]

will do. haha, i look forward to reading them all