Altered verseAnd I'm a broken-hearted person
With you standing in front of me
Now I need an answer
Please tell me
-crunch- beatles taste goodI hear the song
and my guitar gently weeps
I look at him
and in my head I scream
I want to hold your hand
I think of siting on the roof
and I sing
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night"
I come back to the world
and I hear him sing
"Let it be, let it be"
So I'll let it be.
I'll leave well alone.
I'll move on.
I give up on this lost hope of love.
Morning as UsualI go to my closet and my drawers
what do I wear today?
aha! here we are!
I pull out a folded purple shirt
with arm-warmer sleeves and a skull on the front
and my canyon river jeans
with the brown, white, and red paint
I take the jeans by the waist
they fall, unfolding in front of me
I can already feel the familiar comfort
as I begin to pull them on
I take the shirt by the shoulders
it too unfolds from my hands
I put my straps on my shoulders
since the neck is a wide cut
I walk to the bathroom
and I take my ponytail out
I run my favorite brush through my hair
and put my hair into it's side-thrown bob
I already have on socks
my comfortable shoes sliding on easily
I grab my unzipperable jacket
I clip my house key to my belt loop
I leave the house as quietly as possible
to avoid disturbing the parents' sleep
I walk to the stop
and I get on, to whatever that day will give me.
RobberyI rest my head, cheek against knuckle
elbow upon the cool table
the cursed school clock seeming to slow
rather drastically with every passing second
I allow my mind to wander aimlessly
and my senses dim as I escape into my thoughts
I am deep within my mind when
I'm pulled sharply back to reality by the sight of him
He has eyes of black
hair almost matching
his black tee
and plainly loved jeans
And my eyes are drawn to him
I will myself to not stare
at the wonder I see before me
but my eyes won't wander
I struggle with myself
over the span of a second
I thought this was over
this crazy feeling
this emotion had caused me much trouble
much trouble I had thought had past
but no, it came back with a glance
at him, the one I'd seen, yet not
And I realize he sees me seeing him
I can only imagine what he see on my face
I feel my cheeks grow hot
my ears and forehead as well
I turn my head, hoping he didn't notice
but knowing him, he couldn't have missed it
I steal another look at him
and he had
BacktalkBoys, theatre, choir, band
for me these things go hand in hand.
sleep, school, eat, talk
I just need to learn to walk.
Running here, running there
solving problems everywhere.
be they math or be they sci.
the hardest to answer are the love ones I find.
I get things done, I procrastinate
I think I'll go to bed, it's late.
but no sleep for me, oh no, not now.
they have more problems, but how, how?
The boys show no interest,
the actors are late,
the altos can't sing,
and we can't find the base!
Go talk to the boys,
go find them yourself,
we just can't project,
did you check on the shelf?
They're all around me,
all through the school
they just want my answers
and I say, not cool!
Did you check in the atlas?
did you look in room 8?
I'll give her the note,
if you give me a BREAK.
Boys, theatre, choir, band.
all these things go hand in hand.
what that you say? they just won't hold hands?
Well you know what? Too bad, because I say they can.
Boys, band, choir, theatre,
Band, boys, theatre, choi