That stupid smile

A poem that describes some ones dream life with their dream guy but at the end of the poem it brings the writer back to reality.

Every time I think of you

That stupid smile appears on my face

Every second of every day I’m counting down,

Taking life as a race.

 

I only see you once a week

Those precious hours of my life

And when you don’t appear there

It cuts me like a knife.

 

Your face is the only thing I can see

Which makes tests impossible to pass

Cramming that stuff in my head

My marks are coming last!

 

If only you knew what you meant to me

And that I meant the same to you

And if you decided to leave

My life would be dull and blue.

 

I have this dream of you and I,

We are walking hand in hand

You’d kiss me on the cheek

As we walk, bare foot, in the sand

 

The salty breeze brushing my face

As the water washes over our feet

You suddenly stop and pull me down

And tell me to take a seat.

 

And then we would talk

For hours on end

Of fantasy stories and real life

After all you are my closest friend.

 

You’d tell me to watch as the white horses dance

At every breaking wave

Galloping slowly, then suddenly prance

Onto the sand, which is its prey.

 

And as the sun begins to set

Turning the sky a fiery glow

You’d pull me up and tell me

Unfortunately, it’s time to go.

 

You’ll tell me to jump on your back

With my arms around your neck

Your hands under my knees as we laugh all the way

Then you put me on the deck.

 

Taller than you,

I would be

As we hug one more time

Then you would say to me,

 

Good bye for now

Princess of mine

Be happy so that

the sun will shine

 

Then you’d walk away

And I would go inside

To find a letter

You always leave behind

 

What a perfect life

That would be

For the whole world

Both you and me

 

But that life is only a dream

The alarm clock ringing in my ear

Warning me that its not real

And I’m to wait another year.

 

But every time I think of you

That stupid smile appears on my face

Every second of every day I’m counting down,

Taking life as a race.

 

I only see you once a week

Those precious hours of my life

And when you don’t appear there

It cuts me like a knife.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Inda]

This has promise, i like the idea, just feel like you could commit more to either the daydream part if it
Or the romance part in order for it to be stronger, but overall a great write.