I wanna give you your dreams.
I wanna be the first by your side.
I wanna be the boyfriend you tell your friends about-
The one your parents would love to have.
I wanna be perfect for you.
But it's hard.
It's hard when all you do is take.
You've never wanted to give me my dreams.
You've never wanted to be the first by my side.
You've never told your friends about me,
And God, I bet your parents don't even know my name.
God, when was the last time you asked, "How are you?"
Because I can't be perfect.
I can't be good.
I just wanna hear you care.
Maybe then,
I won't keep questioning if you'll ever make me happy.
Just three words.
Just a simple give.
YOU ARE READING
The words of a dead bard
Poetrylittle poems I've written, some good some bad. Most of these are a collection of emotions and feelings of loneliness and heartbreak that overwhelmed me, some now of love. This is a book to honour those and let the poor bard in me rest.
