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He's a rock star
She's a writer
He plays music
She writes.
He parties and is always in the center
She hides in her room like a timid mouse
He always talks to people, making them laugh
While she hangs back in the corner.
He is handsome and a bad boy
She is pretty like a doll and a good girl
He is loud
She is quiet.
Nobody would ever assume
That such a punk like the rock star
Would fall in love with the writer
After all, when they first met
The rock star had a gorgeous girlfriend
And the writer had a timid boyfriend
Who never cared for her.
Fate happened
That destroyed both relationships
And out of the ashes
Came the rock star and the writer
Hand-in-hand
And youthfully in love.
She's a writer
He plays music
She writes.
He parties and is always in the center
She hides in her room like a timid mouse
He always talks to people, making them laugh
While she hangs back in the corner.
He is handsome and a bad boy
She is pretty like a doll and a good girl
He is loud
She is quiet.
Nobody would ever assume
That such a punk like the rock star
Would fall in love with the writer
After all, when they first met
The rock star had a gorgeous girlfriend
And the writer had a timid boyfriend
Who never cared for her.
Fate happened
That destroyed both relationships
And out of the ashes
Came the rock star and the writer
Hand-in-hand
And youthfully in love.
Literature
Inhumanly
Abandoned Abused
Fate so cruel Life so useless
A monster was born
Literature
2/30
Summer burns its spine
into my shoulders through the asphalt
and I cry the lullabies
my mother used to sing me
//bury the memories underneath my
fingernails like a splinter that will never heal//
//only to bare my teeth
when my tongue finds its blackened corner//
Literature
Light of Life
I wasn't always this way, you know.
With the coals in my eyes sending off
spectacular sparks and the
warm glow of love
spreading
f l o w i n g . . .
and ablaze throughout my world.
There was a time
long ago
when my mind couldn't
light the fire.
Dim and dank
was my depression.
Dark and dreary
was the deluge
within myself.
Ah!
But to finally hear the
crackling explosives of acceptance!
Almost deafening,
almost dubious!
Actually real.
There is no longer any need for impugn.
As I am now among my inferno.
And with it every flame is a friend,
my hope a hearth,
and I have now become
the Light of Life.
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It's been a very long time, I know.
I wrote this because I'm feeling romantic (Shocking I know) and this is based on my relationship with Slick, AKA Zepplin-of-Steel.
Okay so I showed this to Slick and a friend of mine. They liked it but they both thought I copied Avirl Lavinge's (However you spell her name) song Sk8r Boi in the opening line. No, I didn't. This poem is completely original. I promise.
I wrote this because I'm feeling romantic (Shocking I know) and this is based on my relationship with Slick, AKA Zepplin-of-Steel.
Okay so I showed this to Slick and a friend of mine. They liked it but they both thought I copied Avirl Lavinge's (However you spell her name) song Sk8r Boi in the opening line. No, I didn't. This poem is completely original. I promise.
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I'm both the rockstar and the writer- writing is useful for some rockin' good lyrics~ 
Cute poem.
Cute poem.