The Rock
BY:
DreamerRoni
"Ha ha ha!"
Through the tears I can laugh at your games. I can scoff at your pitiful attempts to win me back after all you've done with me.
You're like a boy in the park. He finds an ordinary rock, except there's a bit of color or even a small fossil. Something tells him that commonplace rock isn't so common. Something arouses his interest in that seemingly simple rock, so he takes the rock to show his mom.
"Honey, there are hundreds or other rocks just like that in our yard." She says. "Put that one down. You're going to get dirty."
The boy begins to defend his special rock, but in vain.
He chunks it to the side, and walks with his mom to the family minivan.
One day, for one moment, I was special. I stood out, and you picked me up from where I stood.
Our love grew, and everything went along like a perfect dream.
It lasted just long enough to give me a taste of what I couldn't have.
Your friends laughed to see us together; you acted like you didn't care.
But I could see the hurt in your eyes.
It didn't take too terribly long for my dream-world to suddenly stop spinning. You were finally convinced I was one of the hundreds you could find anywhere.
And you threw me down.
So go ahead; promise me the moon and back.
All I see is a little boy with a shovel and pail, ready to dig up another special rock.
BY:
DreamerRoni
"Ha ha ha!"
Through the tears I can laugh at your games. I can scoff at your pitiful attempts to win me back after all you've done with me.
You're like a boy in the park. He finds an ordinary rock, except there's a bit of color or even a small fossil. Something tells him that commonplace rock isn't so common. Something arouses his interest in that seemingly simple rock, so he takes the rock to show his mom.
"Honey, there are hundreds or other rocks just like that in our yard." She says. "Put that one down. You're going to get dirty."
The boy begins to defend his special rock, but in vain.
He chunks it to the side, and walks with his mom to the family minivan.
One day, for one moment, I was special. I stood out, and you picked me up from where I stood.
Our love grew, and everything went along like a perfect dream.
It lasted just long enough to give me a taste of what I couldn't have.
Your friends laughed to see us together; you acted like you didn't care.
But I could see the hurt in your eyes.
It didn't take too terribly long for my dream-world to suddenly stop spinning. You were finally convinced I was one of the hundreds you could find anywhere.
And you threw me down.
So go ahead; promise me the moon and back.
All I see is a little boy with a shovel and pail, ready to dig up another special rock.