Golden Boy

Golden boy
Sweet and fine
You’re so winsome
Proper gentleman
I had a different plan
Despised every men
It’s not the golden age
Vowed to lock the gates
Threw away the key
Send me roses and posies
And it’s classic
Share green tea, read the papers
And gossip
The funny thing is that I tend to forget
That these stories are counterfeit
He’d be golden I’d be the spark
We’d burn for better, leave a mark
He’s the poem and I’m the prose
The timing, the distance, the pacing, say’s it all
The blush, the glow, the fire
The make up your mind now
Golden joy
Charming type
You’re so funny
Proper intellect
The kind with a twist
I’m a girl of taste
Tied my heart in knots
Laughed till I forgot
I’m not good with trust
Play me old songs, 70s rock
The time is pausing
At a rooftop, this is good fun
The wind is rushing
The funny thing is that I tend to offset
All the moments I never lived
He’d be golden I’d be the spark
We’d burn for better, leave a mark
He’s the poem and I’m the prose
The timing, the distance, the pacing, say’s it all
The blush, the glow, the fire
The make up your mind now
You’re a bad boy in disguise
Lose the soft spoken attire
Its over now I left
Take the accent and the rest
My instinct was correct
Now the sun glows on my skin
Golden