L is for how much I like you
O is for how much ordinary people love you
V is for how very beautiful you are
E is for how ecstatic you can be!
The sun is out, the bunnies hop
Easter treats don’t make them stop!
Pastel flowers, sky’s so blue
Hidden treasures just for you!
Spies in shadows, creature’s glide
Easter’s fun is far and wide!
With baskets full and hearts so bright
Easter’s magic feels just right!
Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you,
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you,
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand, write the way into his heart,
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?
If I can’t hear the sound of your heartbeat,
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don’t know how to love you,
I’ll leave you be.
Love is not when you’re full,
but your friends keep taking pieces.
Love is not when people love you for your looks,
your money, your fame.
Not when people don’t like being around you.
When they hate your smile, personality
When they hate YOU.
I’m always in the dark, always in despair.
Then you tell me you don’t like my hair, honestly, I don’t care.
But I don’t see why you need to make fun of me, but do if you dare.
Are you still making fun of me?
Oh I guess you are, you’re just making fun of me
because it’s your turn in the dark.
Uh! Why are you still here?
Why won’t you quit
You’re underestimating just who you’re dealing with.
All of a sudden you’re acting nice
I’m really not that surprised.
You’re pretending to be my friend.
But I found a thing called revenge.
I’m sick of being in the dark, now is your special part
Oh now you’re throwing darts!
It’s your turn in the dark
Constantly falling
into the deep end
constantly failing
is it a trend?
My teachers are screaming
the bells are ringing
but the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do
Trapped up – locked up even though I tried to
all these assignments and my hands are crying like I’m a brand you’re buying
at the end of the day I’ll rise even to your dismay
Overcontrolling banshees
very short fuses and smell like hand cream
in distress if I’m late even though you get paid minimum wage
hyperventilating if I use the toilet – saying it affects my learning
how am I even supposed to learn when your always spurning
so please explain it to me why you always smell like hand cream
and why you teach for the money and not for your pleasure
you can give me detentions
saying that my family doesn’t give me attention
but even with your intentions
I’ll rise
Tears on my pillow
Tears on my face
Tears on my hand
What a disgrace!
Tears on my teddy
Tears on my toy
Tears on my bed
Because of a boy
Tears on my top
Tears on my leg
Tears on my jumper
The reason unsaid
Tears on my cheeks
Tears in my eyes
Here we are again
What a surprise