When Will You Be Mine I could tell you each color that reflects in your eyes, And each crease and wrinkle on your face when you smile.I know just how your hair falls into your eyes when you're mad And even though you're outdated, you're always in style.Each time you draw me near, my hands shake; Shuddering in happiness but also a bit of fear.So afraid, you raise my chin up to gaze longing into your face “I don't want to lose you,” is said with a tear.How perfect does it seem when my body melts Molds into yours and you pull me in close.The heavens seem to open up—a stage to
Broken Melody A broken melodyHolds a keyDeep within the chordsOf a rundown piano,Where I used to playA song of relief,Remembering.While browsing the piecesOf my song bookI write.Turning the pages,Scribbling a note,So I could bring backA song,That once playedThe keys to my heartWith a resounding toneAs I recall every songI have playedwith my piano,So blissfully, So wistfully,That I almost forgotWhat it really means,To be alive...While performing,While listening,A broken melody.
IfIWereInChargeoftheWorld If I were in charge of the world,I'd cancel nuclear weapons,Racism actions,Plastic surgery, and alsoPhysical fitness tests.If I were in charge of the world,There'd be tastier toothpaste,Safer toasters, andHoola hoops instead of guns.If I were in charge of the world,You wouldn't have depression.You wouldn't have suicide.You wouldn't have murder.Or "Stop drawing and singing, and get back to your homework."You wouldn't even have homework.If I were in charge of the world,A graphic novel would be on the EBS list.Music players would be a school requirement.And a person who sometimes takes a fall,And sometimes f
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