Dream Girl?

"Dream Girl?"

This was a piece that was written as an exercise at first.
I wanted to test myself and see if I could write about a particular topic,
but at the same time put a different spin on that topic.
So what follows here is that exercise.
I took the topic of a dream girl, and instead of writing about my dream girl,
I wrote from a perspective that many guys could relate to.
I imagined being back in high school, and wanting that most popular girl.
That scenario you see in movies all the time.
The shy, introverted guy likes the girl who was prom queen and head cheerleader, etc.
So basically that guy narrates the piece,
and he speaks as if he was triumphant in winning this girl over.
And he is kind of boasting about it.
But as the piece progresses,
you slowly start to see my feelings about a dream girl creep through.
Until you get to the last half of the final line of the piece,
in which my, not the narrator's, true feelings arise.

 

I did what they said could not be done

When they said your affection could not be won

But I now possess what is not easily attained

Because they said your heart was too fragile, your style was too vain

But somehow you opened up to me

And showed me things that I was too blind to see

Like how your lips were fuller, than the moon on a winter night

And the sensation your fingers left, felt so very right

On this skin of mine, that only longed for your caress

And you answered my call, this heartfelt signal of distress

You wiped my tears, with the lightest of hands

They were warm yet soft, like the whitest of sands

Like we were on a beach, at the edge of the world

How can I thank the Lord, for the love of this girl

That's when the covers fell off, and I began to feel cold

And then I awoke, to what's considered the same old

Life that I've been living, away from her embrace

Burned in my memories, is the image of her face

I walked around the house, to see if she was there

A search unsuccessful, and now I am pulling out my hair

As all I could smell, was the scent of her perfume

And all I could find was disappointment, in every other room

That's when I stopped, and dropped to my knees

Looked toward the sky, and begged the Lord please

To return this girl to me, so I can keep my mind

The response came sudden, and what did I find

That it was all a dream, like a movie in the brain

So I'll go back to sleep, just to dream of her again

I know should not, but how could I resist

I love my dream girl, even though she never did exist...