Don’t bring me another love song
about some perfect girl and boy.
If I wanted fairy tales I’d have stayed
nine and if I want lies I have plenty of my own.
Those sweet-as-melon melodies don’t fool me,
every crooning tune later or sooner
ends, then what? Another night in
with silence and empty glass company.
My love craves a patient joy,
friend for everyday’s ups and downs,
arms that mend, eyes that care, and
a fairies’ kiss for a nine-year old boy -
still waiting there.
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