Poster

I know I’m just a picture
It sucks not to be the real person
Though sometimes I pretend I am


And the girl who’s room it is
Talks to me




When she is upset





Or sad
When she’s mad…
She throws pillows at me
Once she even threw a book
And that hurt… a lot.




I just don’t understand
Why she gets mad at me
I’m just a piece of paper
With, what’s that guy’s name?
Harry Something?

She kisses me


And gets lip gloss all over me




She annoys me really
But at night when she’s asleep
I smile
As I remember the events of the day

Pillow throwing



Kissing




I was even threatened
With being taken down

She’s not so bad

She just takes some getting used to

So I smile…








Opposites

You are the
Sun to my moon
The love to my hate
The smile to my frown
The early to my late

I am a hurricane to your D




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I




Z





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I am close even when you are far away
I am the night star to your glorious day


Peter Pan
There came a time in Peter Pan’s life when
he could no longer stay in Neverland
When he was cast out into
the world facing his
worst fear, a fear
he had been
Running away
From for a
Long time-
Growing
Up



Tattoo

“Change,” they said
“But I can’t change” I said,
“Even though my dreams depend on it.”
I had the words tattooed on my wrist, in defiance
Through tears and joy and overwhelming feelings
My dreams came true
But the ink still remained
The words engraved in my skin

“I’m fine” I said
But something was beginning to change
Through tears and joy and overwhelming feelings
My dreams came true
But tears were winning this battle
I’d grin and bear it
So no one would suspect it…
I was becoming someone else
“I can’t change” tattooed on my wrist
My faith in that was fading

“I can’t change” tattooed on my wrist
Now covered up
Realizing now
I am ready to take on the world
Change was the catalyst, I don’t resent it anymore



An Ode to Love

When I saw her I hated her
When I saw him I hated him

Whenever I told a joke she would look at me with this weird look
It’s because his jokes were always messed up

She was so…
Annoyingly cute, if you want the truth

She’s a brunette but dyes her hair blonde because she thinks blondes have more fun
He has a heart tattoo to cover up the name of a past girlfriend

She loves charades
He loves karaoke

She cried during Marley and Me
Who doesn’t?

Her favorite color is red
He is difficult to handle

She hardly has fun
He has too much fun

But when she does have fun
It’s crazy

She actually made me think
He made me smile

But at the end of the day it was her I was thinking about
He was all I could think about

Maybe I like her more than I should
It’s complicated

Maybe, I guess, after all this time I finally learned to… love.
All these feelings, I can’t bear to think that I could be in… love.









Smile

When he saw me
The first thing he said was
“Smile.” And the flash of a camera went off.
So I did. We fell in love soon.

On our wedding day, I wouldn’t smile.
‘Cause someone told me not to.
Before the picture was taken
He stopped the photographer and turned to me
And said, “Smile.”
So I did.

There were days when I was always broken
And I felt as if the world had turned its back on me
“Do me a favor,” he said. I looked up.
“Smile for me.”
So I did.

His coughs were getting worse and I cried for him.
He would look at me crying and say
“Smile.”
So I did.

We got the news a month later. He was going to die.
And I cried. He hugged me saying he’ll make it.
“Please smile.”
So through tears I did.

He coughed up blood one day.
He wasn’t going to make it.
He didn’t have much time left.
I tried to smile for him as tears rolled down my cheeks
When he coughed I could hear his chest rattling.

I sat next to him and took his hand.
I cried in front of him. I couldn’t bear it.
His heartbeat slowing, fading, I held on tighter.
I didn’t want to let go.
He took a breath and squeezed my hand.
“Do me a favor…” he said voice fading.
“Always smile…”


So I did.