The Dreams

I never knew how to write until I met you.

Please tell me you’ll love me back just as I love you.

It was the end of Summer and I’ve never known love till I met you.

Maybe I’ll come home sometime soon when I know you could and would be able to love me back.

Because in truth, I was too weak to love you.

But now I have found my purpose.

To defend America’s honor.

The American Dream.

But you’re right really. What would I know about love?

What would I know about love right?

It took me ten years to find out that I’m just a kid in the dark.