love and money

Love and Money | Short Poem No. 39

This poem is about love and money – and a dream.

I’m laying down – I’m not the kind of guy that needs to get up.

I’m living the life and leisure and luxury – money falling from the skies.

I give my baby everything that she wants – perfume and chocolate.

And every night I take her out, and boy does she love it!

I’m only living in a dream; it’s not as it seems.

I’m just a dreamer, but I’m yours. 

I may not have a dime to my name, no game,

but baby, I’m yours.

love and money

Other chumps, they work hard jobs.

They get their hands dirty, their hair falls out from stress.

But not me – I’m always clean and cool,

and baby, why don’t you go buy that new dress?

I’m only living in a dream; it’s not as it seems.

I’m just a dreamer, but I’m yours. 

I may not have a dime to my name, no game,

but baby, I’m yours.

The alarm goes off and then reality hits.

It’s time to wake up to the fact I’m not rich.

But, baby, if I was a billionaire,

I’d still sell you my heart just to know that you care.

(Does a boy need love and money to dream?)

Photo by 90 jiang on Unsplash.

If you liked this poem, check out “Kitchen Knives’ Tale” by Ortensia and my own poem, “14 Line Poem.”

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com, 2018. All rights reserved.

13 Comments

  1. Just saw the tag😊thank you my friend.
    Also my previous comment must have been spammed or disappeared or written without been sent as most of the tome happens🙄anyway great musicality in the way you penned the words here.😍

    1. 😊 Thanks friend! That happens to me too! Yes, I always try to put a little bit of music in my writing!

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