I want to believe
There’s only me
For your thoughts
For your smiles
That you ever see
A girl won’t believe
What settles in men’s eyes
Instead we partake
In unrealistic lies
Our purpose within us
Tells us to serve
To give you far more
Than you really deserve
Yet we’re born with instruction
On how we should feel
So we dabble in dreams
And discard what is real
I’m all that he needs
I’m all he desires
With thoughts such as these
Our mind never tires
As innocent girls
We imagine the day
When that wonderful man
Will take us away
That wonderful man
He’ll love me so much
He’ll live off my image
He’ll bask in my touch
That wonderful man
He would die in my place
He would think of no more
Than my own lovely face
Then suddenly he’s gone
As we grow and mature
We learn of the truth
That no man is pure
So we wander through life
And our hearts all get battered
And it really sinks in
That our hope has been shattered
Instead of the splendor
We settle for less
We pretend it alright
We hope for the best
We believed as we grew
In things far to great
Now we’re exposed to reality
And must love what we hate.
Illusions of Princes
I wrote this when I was nineteen I think. I was in a man-hating phase of my life. Lol. Just having a hard time accepting reality.
shannondonovan, 4 months ago
Wow, this is really really good. I think I’ve gone through this stage too; at least a hundred times! lol! It’s such a hard time in our lives, but as we live, we learn.
Maria White, 4 months ago
Really Deep there!!! Great Writing!
lilgem4u, 4 months ago
oh yes, at 19 we were stupid. We do get very wise as we grow older.
Kimberlolly, 4 months ago
Thanks :)
Kimberlolly in reply to lilgem4u’s comment, 2 months ago
Lol, thank you!
Roger Sampson, about 1 month ago
A very good writing kim. A very interesting one for me to read. Wow could I write a book here… but it’s not the place. I do know (from a mans perspective), that when us guys do grow up and stop being stupid, and learn what love really is – we want the exact same thing as women do; appreciation, respect and to love and be loved unconditionally with a priceless, timeless commitment. It’s the way God meant it to be; after all, He’s the author and finisher of love. Sorry for the long comment. It just really made me think.
Rog
Kimberlolly in reply to Roger Sampson’s comment, about 1 month ago
Thanks Roger. I know it’s very harsh. But this is how I was feeling at that point in my life. I was a hopeless romantic and had a hard time accepting reality. Still do. But I’ve come to learn that nobody is perfect and that that vision I had of perfection does exist in heaven. I will meet my prince in the next life :)