I dream of romance.
Just walking with each other
Smiling, laughing, grinning on eye contact
Walking past jewelry stores on purpose
Just to see if she’ll point out a ring.
Keeping them all
Does she want to get married or is it too soon?
Cuddling under a blanket on the couch
Watching chick flicks just because
She wants to.
Watching action movies because she likes them too
Making her tea when she has cramps
Sleeping on the couch when she’s upset
Buying her gifts at random
Putting flowers in her hair just so
She feels loved.
I was born in the wrong generation.
Girls these days
Never show their real faces.
Like a crayon box threw up.
Waterproof too. Hiding the truth.
I think they’re prettier without it.
But it makes them feel
Their clothes so tight
Everything is on display
Clothes so tiny
You’ve seen it all before you say hi.
Sure it’s not bad to look at
If you just want to be objectified.
You don’t have to wear layers
Or be a prude
But respect what you’re given
Don’t flaunt it for everyone. Then only trash will want you.
I dream of romantic evenings.
The first time I see her body
Isn’t on the street dressed like a hooker
It’s in a room
Just the two of us
Happy and intimate,
Understanding and listening.
I want a woman
A real one.
Not one who is mostly plastic.
Someone else’s hair, plastic eyelashes.
Painted on faces and implanted body parts.
What happened to the image of beauty
Why can’t you be amazing the way you are?
Sometimes I feel like I’ll never find one.
A girl who’s proud of who she is.
I only want romance and happiness.
So I was born.. In the wrong generation.