Dream Love
Writing a long, lucid love poem
Can be like a sad, sad, country song
Singing about loves, lost or forbidden,
or loves that did not belong.
Well, my love comes on the radio
And sings love songs to me.
A thousand miles away in Atlanta,
He hails as the king of "Crunk n B."
His lyrics are his love letters,
His interviews our dates.
Reading and collecting his magazine articles
Keeps me close to my soulmate.
I can pretend his words are for me only,
And think the radio is like the phone;
Act like the many posters on my walls
Are the pictures he sends me when he's away
and I'm at home.
Everytime I go to the store
I swear his CDs speak to me
And consume all the money in my wallet
When they scream, "Buy me, buy me!"
A star struck, lovesick teenage girl
Is what my mother says this feeling means
For Usher is a multi-millionaire superstar
And our love is only in my dreams.
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