He Was My Everything
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I was a kid in love, in deep adoration, oh the worship,
The longing affection that I breathed a thousand times;
I wrote his name in my notebook, David, Dave, Mrs. David,
Oh, it was love forever and ever and ever, I knew that.
I kissed him with passion in my mind and my dreams,
A girl of sixteen, a girl with stars in her eyes for this guy;
I wrote him love letters that winged themselves to no where,
He was a God, so regal on his big, black, shiny motorcycle.
He was everything that my parents would have hated,
Rough, streetwise, a real bad boy, reckless and free;
But for me he was my everything and he left me breathless.
Then one day while I was walking, he pulled up with a roar.
He asked me to go for a ride and I did not hesitate,
I jumped on that bike like I had been doing it always;
Soon the wind was roaring and the open road was looming,
The trees were a blur of green and I hung on to his waist.
Soon we stopped for a drink and fries and we kissed,
Want to come to Daytona with me, he asked easily;
Holy smokes, my parents would never let me do that ever,
But I did not want to look like a baby so I said, why not.
I sneaked in my room and grabbed some clothes,
Mom was on the telephone and Dad was in the yard;
Then away I roared, I was free and reckless too, a warrior,
I would stop somewhere and call them, but I never did.
We stayed the nights in real sleazy hotel rooms,
Oh those red hot nights of passion, it was so real;
That I will remember forever and ever and ever for sure,
David was sensual and sexy and I was in lust with him.
But, I was getting tired of the wind and my butt hurt,
This wildness was starting to not be such a good idea;
This God of mine, handsome, sexy was about as dumb as a rock,
Somehow the love and lust were just not enough for this girl.
When he was in a store buying cigarettes, I took off,
I grabbed my stuff and stuck out my finger to hitchhike;
A truck stopped right away and I jumped in not looking back,
A fatherly like man at the wheel said, where you going honey.
Home, I said, tears falling down my cheeks . . .
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July 2, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/He Was My Everything
copyright Protected, ID 16-805-771-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, It Was A Beautiful Affair
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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