Seconds die away in the familiar notes,
Rock to and fro to the music you heard so many times,
And let the image envelop you with suppressed agony.
It's such a beautiful girl, full of everything,
Maybe a couple of zits,
But think about it - before you bite into your sandwich,
How her dreams fell though the veil of her own
You write about yourself in third person,
How lurid, such a nice day with waves
Splashing in the skies
And the reflections of your cars gazing avidly
Through the window.
One memory, one seat, right to the driver,
To cherish forever more -
Before the chords fire the darkness -
And start again -
And then you're there,
Listening to your heart, beating to the melody,
And head completely lost
How you want Him,
But no one will see your lines,
Even if you prepare them beforehand.
It's just a dream, baby, sleep tight tonight,
Your fate is written on your star strewn ceiling,
Do you remember how you looked at it
Through beseeching eyes? though no one answered your prayers.
You conjured up an image,
No bounds with the world,
But so delightful, while the song's still on,
Don't hurry, it's on the rep mode,
Finger all of your thoughts carefully,
And choose one, and maybe you'll guess right,
But who knows, He knows, and you don't,
Keep playing, the fabric won't break under the needle,
Don't worry; they won't cut off your head
Or turn you into a vase for blood ceremonies
For betraying your one and only love,
Hot air may shrink your pretty pink shoes,
But it's the least of punishments for contempt.
You understand too much, and it's your cross,
What rough a beast is slouching towards Bethlehem?
You know the answer.
Yet you may still have a chance for a happy life,
You're just 17, for God's sake,
After all, Shakespeare sonnets are not your Bible.