Today I woke up feeling grand, me and my princess, hand in hand. With only the sweet memory of what happened yesterday...
(Flash back)
I got dressed for school, as a usual Friday morning would go, and walked outside, into the snow. Winter is here, although not as strong, it seems to last longer than ten times as long.
I feel as lonely as the bare trees, nobody to hug them, no buds, no leaves.
A breeze blows by as I walk down the street, while the green grass blades freeze at my feet.
As I near the school I can't help but wonder, how long will I be here, alone, down under.
My friends arrive in their regular fashion, then I hand out hugs in an equal ration.
The school bell rings, and homeroom starts, as lovers pass love notes, from their beating hearts.
First Period started, I took out my books, and daydreamed about my princess' gorgeous looks.
Her eyes like the ocean, glassy and blue, her golden blond hair, so curly and true.
Se hnever tries to be someone else, she is always true to her loved ones and herself.
Oh how I dreamt of her grace and brave, for only like oneself would a true hero behave.
But then my dream turned to nightmare, when I realized my princess was really not there.
It was just a dream, as dreams go, where ever your heart goes, your dreams will follow...
©copyright 2009
Mary Lemaster
(Flash back)
I got dressed for school, as a usual Friday morning would go, and walked outside, into the snow. Winter is here, although not as strong, it seems to last longer than ten times as long.
I feel as lonely as the bare trees, nobody to hug them, no buds, no leaves.
A breeze blows by as I walk down the street, while the green grass blades freeze at my feet.
As I near the school I can't help but wonder, how long will I be here, alone, down under.
My friends arrive in their regular fashion, then I hand out hugs in an equal ration.
The school bell rings, and homeroom starts, as lovers pass love notes, from their beating hearts.
First Period started, I took out my books, and daydreamed about my princess' gorgeous looks.
Her eyes like the ocean, glassy and blue, her golden blond hair, so curly and true.
Se hnever tries to be someone else, she is always true to her loved ones and herself.
Oh how I dreamt of her grace and brave, for only like oneself would a true hero behave.
But then my dream turned to nightmare, when I realized my princess was really not there.
It was just a dream, as dreams go, where ever your heart goes, your dreams will follow...
©copyright 2009
Mary Lemaster