We live in a society,
Where we think all romantics hopeless,
Because they love, they hope,
They're the minority.
Like yesterday,
When I spoke to an American jock,
He asked me for my number,
Then at night, he send me a picture of his … You get the idea .

It's a sad reality,
Where 12 year olds buy coffee at Starbucks
Instead of a 'happy meal' at McDonald's.
When I was 12,
I had no computer, and no video games,
But I knew my neighbours' neighbours' names.
I lived in a community,
Where everybody knew everybody,
And there was the now lost sense of unity.
I remember all the times,
I'd wake up to the sound of banging on my door,
Resonating louder than any alarm clock,
Or even my granddad's loud snore.
I don't recall the clothes I ever wore,
Yet I distinctly remember always forgetting to lock up
As I ran out that door.
What are mum's for?
Then with the kids from school,
And their older brothers and sisters,
Who'd tell us we're too uncool,
We'd play together,
From morning till dark.

We thought we'd be best friends forever.

I remember,
When we gathered a grumpy old man's socks
From where he'd hung them in the garden,
And when the sky began to darken,
We then stuck them,
In the shape of a smiley face,
On the brick wall at the rear of his house.
But when I couldn't sleep that night,
Like a mouse, I crept in,
A shadow race
Between the Sun and I.
And then between apologies and tears
I was forgiven,
For everything is much simpler,
When you don't even have 12 years.

As I said,
We'd play together,
From morning till dark.
We thought we'd be best friends forever.

Now I haven't seen these kids in ages,
As we seem to have lost each other in the stages,
Of growth.
And maturity.
We have lost our childhood innocence
And purity.
Now all I do with my friends,
Is follow design trends,
And we no longer hang out in the park,
For it is a stark
Difference to a high class café
Or a club,
Where I can show off my body
And curves,
And draw too much wanted attention,
From adolescent pervs.
Just hoping for some kind of affection.

And then one day,
When I have a decent job,
With a decent pay,
I'd live in a decent apartment,
In a decent neighbourhood.
I'd wear decent clothes,
And I'd find faults,
With eating decent food.
Yet I'd still be missing that connection
And that sense of unity.
That protection.
And I'd still be longing,
To have that sense of belonging,
Just like I did
When I was still a kid.

I might meet a guy,
Who'd approach me and offer to buy
Me a beer.

I'd ask for a margarita.

We'd then talk about nothing
And everything.
And all the things in between.
We'd talk about the weather,
And we'd talk about books.
He might even comment on my good looks.
And then he would place his hands on my hips
And ever so slowly,
Like a feather,
He'd kiss my lips,
Smudging my lipstick,
While my heart skips a beat.
Or two.
Maybe three.

And then after living together
For a while,
He'd ask for my hand.
He'd promise me happiness,
While placing a wedding band
On the fourth finger of my hand.

I'd feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

And we might be happy,
For about a year.
Or two.
But then between our firstborn
And the other two,
We'd grow apart,
Until I'd find out he'd been cheating too.
And then at court,
We'd play a grown-up game,
Involving responsibility,
And financial support,
Fighting for the ability,
To be the person, who our children turn to for comfort.

So we might grow up
And the rules may change,
But the game's the same
And it's nothing strange.