I've got flowers in my hair for the first time ever,
You're smoking marijuana under the tent's cover.
The groupies are whispering scary thoughts about a crazed family on the loose,
But we aren't paying too much attention to it, tipsy on juice.
We're broken hearted and terrified about our tomorrow,
Tried processing my pain through art, but it's embedded in sorrow.
You take my hand in the middle of the sunflowers,
Summer's in the air and in the middle stood two cowards.
You tell me that love will heal all of my problems,
You guide my eyes toward a group of people, saying I should be more like them,
Bell bottoms, headbands and beaming smiles,
Driving cross-country in their minivans for miles,
You tell me that happiness looks like this,
And I should put away the medicine,
And let the healing in.
Dusk falls across the community,
Golden hues illuminate me.
They're talking about an actress who just lost her life,
Reminding me of the sharpness of fate's knife.
I'm not sure about the fairness of our time on earth,
And I can't believe how many times I've heard,
That the good ones die to leave the bad ones with dark burdens,
How are you goin' to talk me out of this state?
I'm sad, terrified, and confused by this unaltered pain.
You take my hand in the middle of the daffodils,
Summer's in the air and in the middle stood two fools.
You tell me that love will heal all of my problems,
You guide my eyes toward a group of people, saying I should be more like them,
Bell bottoms, headbands and beaming smiles,
Driving cross-country in their minivans for miles,
You tell me that happiness looks like this,
And I should put away the medicine,
And let the healing in.
It's not easy as you make it out to be,
Everyday I'm reminded of the criminality,
People are dying everyday,
And I know someday that will be me.
I'm okay with that because I know it's fact,
I just hope it's not too soon,
Because I have so many things to achieve before my doom.
I walk away from the tent where I spiraled into reckless thoughts,
I talk to the dancing people, wondering who they really are.
They smile at me and say, "It'll get better",
And I believed in their restoration art.
Maybe everyone's happiness doesn't look like that,
But, I know that someday I'll get my old self back,
So, until that day,
I'll accept all the fear,
and the coinciding tears,
I'll welcome in a new age of love,
And wait for the day until it is ours.
Catching some waves by the sea,
Golden hair flowing in the Californian breeze,
A summer of love, just for you and me.
YOU ARE READING
storyline
Poetry'storyline' is my ninth poetry collection. Written with no concept or preconception in mind, each and every poem featured in this collection came directly from my heart. It documents everything I have experienced this summer: from love to hate, safe...
