white knight

she sits on the front porch at night.
just sits in the little white porch swing
with her skirt wrapped all around her,
as she sits curled in a ball.
and she's trying to figure out how to know love.

all the boys down the street
ask for her number
plead for dates
bargain for her heart.
and she gives it to them...

but only as a way to pass the time before the white knight
comes riding up to her front porch to save her
from suburbia, from the dull, delusional life
she's been trapped in for her 17 years.

the "i love yous" and the one night stands
are nothing to her.
daddy never showed her what patience was all about.
god, he couldnt even control his own curiosity.

so she just meanders aimlessly down the streets
trying to find the knight in shining armor
that will never exist if she doesn't figure love out.

and that's all she really wants.

to hold it in her hands and know how it feels
when her heart races from one gentle brush of his lips.

to taste her lover's sweet kisses and let her heart race five million times faster than ever before.

to see his captivating eyes peering into the depths of her soul and realize he's got her figured out.

to smell his fragrance and anticipate his return.

to hear his whispers, his confessions of love, and to finally understand those four letters that she never knew.

to know that it's okay when her mind flutters, when her body shakes, when her hands tingle, when her heart jumps out of her chest. because she's finally found it.

but she's trapped within the shallow fragments
of a life trying to hide the fact
that she's never known love.
she's hiding behind the boys, the sex, the seduction.

and all it's doing is tearing her apart inside.
and forcing her to sit on the front porch at night.
to just sit in the little white porch swing
with her skirt wrapped all around her,
as she sits curled in a ball.
and she's trying to figure out how to know love.

she's stuck within herself.