Madison Valerio


Big City Dreams - Poem by Madison Valerio

One, two, three, four,
Same name as the one before.
Five, six, seven, eight,
Became a girl my home would hate.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
Left behind a southern belle.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,
Home is now a foreign dream.
Miles and miles and miles away,
The lines have blurred and color greyed.
Just a child, but grew up fast,
Taking you in, forgetting the past.
But between the cigs and the fernet,
I’m not sure what happens next.
You found me lying on the floor,
You gave me a week; I gave you more.
Hook, line, and dirty sinker,
Now I’m wrapped around your finger.
So take my hand and teach me right,
Exploit my dreams all through the night.
Steal my soul, corrupt my mind,
Love my body and all you find.
Innocence lost without a thought,
You’d think the Angel would have fought.
When hands reached out and gave a touch,
The Angel fell from grace for lust.
The Devil’s Vixen, locked up too long,
And city streets have made her strong,
Took the Angel’s hand and said,
“Run with me, fast as you can.”
Drugs, drink, and sex alike,
The Angel found a different life.
Wings now crooked and halo broken,
The Angel fell for words unspoken.
Forgive me father, for I have sinned,
If mommy knew she’d judge again.
Brother, I’m sorry, this is not who I am
But I hope someday you’ll understand.
I’ll come home to responsible dreams,
But right now, let me love this scene.
These city sounds keep me up all night,
But you can’t see the stars; there’s too many lights.
So I’ll light you up, you’ll throw me back,
Feel the burn of our attack.
These big city dreams might all be shallow,
But all these days are forever hallowed.


Comments about Big City Dreams by Madison Valerio

  • Rookie Kaitlyn Wells (10/31/2013 12:49:00 PM)

    great poem. love it. wanna get in touch? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013


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