xoxo Amelia Rose
New member
[a little long but still good 
]
Title: Closer (c)
One step forward,
Two steps back,
That’s how the girl,
Keeps herself on track
Staring at the ground,
Noticing one of shoes has a hole
Stepping in the imaginary rhythm,
Trying to get some control
Her feet even move back and forth
When she sits on the slide
I should know better than to talk to her
But I’m tired of trying to hide
“Hi,” she’s melancholy
“Hi…”and I take a seat
“Um…” she looks down
The end of our meet-n-greet
People tell me reasons to stay away
“She’s really fat and super slow”
“I heard she was in a mental hospital”
“She’s a lesbian, you know?”
And I know all these things are true
Admitting means they get what they came for
Just some stupid jerks making rumors
Don’t you think she deserves more?
I push everything aside
Down plastic raspberry red slide
Towards childish love from long ago
That I was too afraid to let go
I push everything aside as I get up
To leave this forsaken mistake of cheer
Blaming this playground for all the lies
And all the yelling I’ve had to hear
I want to tell that girl something
That she’s in my dream, on the swings
And through the clouded misunderstanding
I have discover new found courage that brings
A confession dying to be heard
Because it’s been held on too long
I tell her all about it
Even though it felt wrong
“I hate this- school, life, this! I know
I only have a couple months to go
But those months will turn into years
That’s too long, I’m about to blow
I can’t contain this disease
I want to die and I want it now
And if life doesn’t kill me
I know another way how.”
In my dream she smiles this smile
That just makes me feel so new
As if she has a connection, what
Do you know, she says, “me too”
But in reality she looks away
Awkwardly avoiding my face
She’s afraid to take a step closer
So I disappear without a trace
]Title: Closer (c)
One step forward,
Two steps back,
That’s how the girl,
Keeps herself on track
Staring at the ground,
Noticing one of shoes has a hole
Stepping in the imaginary rhythm,
Trying to get some control
Her feet even move back and forth
When she sits on the slide
I should know better than to talk to her
But I’m tired of trying to hide
“Hi,” she’s melancholy
“Hi…”and I take a seat
“Um…” she looks down
The end of our meet-n-greet
People tell me reasons to stay away
“She’s really fat and super slow”
“I heard she was in a mental hospital”
“She’s a lesbian, you know?”
And I know all these things are true
Admitting means they get what they came for
Just some stupid jerks making rumors
Don’t you think she deserves more?
I push everything aside
Down plastic raspberry red slide
Towards childish love from long ago
That I was too afraid to let go
I push everything aside as I get up
To leave this forsaken mistake of cheer
Blaming this playground for all the lies
And all the yelling I’ve had to hear
I want to tell that girl something
That she’s in my dream, on the swings
And through the clouded misunderstanding
I have discover new found courage that brings
A confession dying to be heard
Because it’s been held on too long
I tell her all about it
Even though it felt wrong
“I hate this- school, life, this! I know
I only have a couple months to go
But those months will turn into years
That’s too long, I’m about to blow
I can’t contain this disease
I want to die and I want it now
And if life doesn’t kill me
I know another way how.”
In my dream she smiles this smile
That just makes me feel so new
As if she has a connection, what
Do you know, she says, “me too”
But in reality she looks away
Awkwardly avoiding my face
She’s afraid to take a step closer
So I disappear without a trace