Hero in the Sky
by me

he fed me lies on a silver platter
and i binged with a naive appetite
as if words could ease the discomfort of
unfinished dreams i wished to unravel
with childlike fingers
uncut by the sharp blades of heartache

and yet i believed him
believed in all his fairy tales
that melted my heart like ice cubes
dying in a tall glass of summer's lemonade

i was convinced from his natural ability
to mold his mouth against mine
to form one romantic smile
and his passion to discover the world
with virtues his parents
passed down to his humanity.
that he could love me
and i was the only girl in the world
with beauty to captivate his heart

and as he slowly walked away
into the night of dancing sweat drops
brushing his face with mystified smiles
of a younger temptress
i thought love was enough to break her spell

but testostrone is quite bipolar
allowing only one single rush of blood
to philosophies strucken by half minds
that flirt with curiosities and lust.
boys are so young minded
they are followers of their own hypocrisy

and ironically they sit down in coffee shops
mixing their mochas with sprinkles of heartbreak
spitting out confused tales of their innocence
when they find themselves alone.
They wonder where all the good girls gone
when all the girls were in front of their faces.
existing to fade while
dancing away to a better hero in their sky.

..sigh.