B.. Alexander


Cinema Child


I stood on the sand and watched the boats afloat
I thought of myself and thought I must look right
I'd look cinematic, brilliant, deep, mature
All the eyes were on me, because I stood out
How they love me

As those ships drift by, I'd be thoughtful
Roll my eyes and look at the ground
With all the girls watching my ticks and style
I was sullen, moody, sexy, smart, beyond my years
They'd love me

And standing at the waters edge I'd smile
Those girls would find me in my tent that night
Strip me down and pick me up, I'd be lost
I'd be made and ready for the feelings I imagined
I'd be lovely

Yeah, standing in the surf
I stole the show and all the people loved me
They loved me, even if they never said
Or never looked... or never came...

And as I grew, I learned to see
I was just a boy, staring at the sea
A head of daydreams, ideals and fantasies
My image really; just childish, introverted
Completely unapproachable

And no, the girls, they didn't come to me
I just stood on that shore by day
And ran through tall grass and summer rain by night
I watched the waves from rocks and heights

My pretense, my best defense
The only way I ever felt Okay
Trying never to admit
I was young and lonely
I was so young and so lonely...

(2003)

Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Edited: Monday, December 15, 2008

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