Lonely, country boy lookin’ For something he’s never seen Moving somewhere that he’s never been Thinking it’s her that will keep him there Going through the motions without a care But she keeps calling him, beggin’ please Her voice so soft like a summer breeze And the smell of jasmine in the air Livin’ a country life without a care And he looks back… City girl finding something new For years he gives her something to do Cures her boredom, if just for awhile But his speech, his walk, just isn’t her style She loves the city and its anonymity She loves the buildings that touch the sky And she asks ‘why oh why’ as she cries And he calls to her…and he calls to her And she looks back… Sometimes strangers sharing a bed He’s with her but ‘it’ remains instead Girl keeps on trying but soon she’ll be dead Thoughts of fresh earth are filling his head And he looks back… She wants to run away and disappear In the crowds that walk the streets all night The city’s hum is her only friend Neither one letting go or willing to bend And she looks back… Before they know it, they both turn away To the passions they used to know Leaving each other more every day The love they once shared has started to crack He’s gone now and there’s no turning back And he looks back… And she looks back...
Hmm, I am quite the fan of black and white elements, comparisons, ideas... Really, and this... stunned me, not because of content or word choice, which are both stellar, mind you... But because of the way you portray the stark contrast of love and "love"... I was impressed with the metaphors in this one, even if that was not the intention... Superbly penned...
Very evocative. Some nice pictures and observations. I love the repeated 'looks back ...'. I think we do that both before calling time on a relationship and also later on, so in a literary sense it's a very evocative notion. It's interesting but at the same time sad that we can be drawn to another because of so many aspects of their personality, the chemistry if you will. But if/when that becomes tired and faded, does one's origins come to the fore and reassert themselves. Can love conquer all?
Hmm, I am quite the fan of black and white elements, comparisons, ideas... Really, and this... stunned me, not because of content or word choice, which are both stellar, mind you... But because of the way you portray the stark contrast of love and "love"... I was impressed with the metaphors in this one, even if that was not the intention... Superbly penned...
Well done here I really like the way I can feel the words emotion, you obviously made a very good piece here, I say good job! one hundred for you my friend.
Amazing poem...
The words are just perfect and there is a lot of emotion in your poem. A story...Not a love story..A story about love!
Well, a poem about love haha.