A letterman's jacket and slicked back hair can only be a recipe for a boy ready to make bad decisions;
As he follows his relentless fears wherever they tell him to go.
But he writes letters to Dianna late at night in his moonlit bedroom, signed off best wishes;
A girl his mother would love for him to know.
A complicated soul can never find love easily;
It's not in his nature to take romance seriously.
In the written word he offers her crystal clear transparency;
But, should they ever meet, it's a whole other story.
The sun is setting on New York City;
Throwing a shade of magenta across the sky; intentionally pretty,
Just like Dianna, standing on the corner of 35th and 8th;
Every strand and curl in her blonde hair perfectly in place.
Confidence leaves a man shaken by beauty; as he doesn't know what to say;
The jock and the pretty girl; a timeless cliché.
A short skirt and ruby red lips can only be ingredients for a girl with the world in her hands;
But she has no friends.
Time and time again, like a sick joke; she has failed at human connections;
Time and time again, like a sick joke; she has made attempts.
But she receives letters from Jack twice a week;
More often than not shes left weak at the knees.
Her mother would never approve of this gasoline-lit gossip;
What would the neighbors say of little Dianna, turned trollop?
The dusk slowly descends across the city that never sleeps;
A precursor to the night, a delicate, gentle tease.
And there, she spots Jack, sculpted to perfection;
Handsome, yet rugged, commanding attention.
Every strand and curl in his auburn hair perfectly in place.
Fear leaves a woman enchanted by beauty; as she doesn't know what to say;
The jock and the pretty girl; a timeless cliché.
Sharing the storylines of their twenty-one years on this planet;
Sitting in a booth; overlooking the city's emotions, frantic.
No page is left unturned between the two;
Siblings, cousins, illnesses; what does your father do?
And, in that very first conversation, as lives collide;
If it were silent you could hear their hearts bind.
Jack and Dianna, two kids with diamonds in their eyes;
Ready to tell each other such sweet, pretty lies.
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Psychology
Poetry"The rest is silence decorated in confetti". 💀🦋 'Psychology', my fourteenth poetry collection, explores and examines the lives of two fictitious and purposefully stereotypical characters: Jack, the popular sports-star who is his hometown's hero an...
