biggrin 3nodding blaugh whee 4laugh rofl razz wink mrgreen
My Imagination Turns to Words
By: Broomchic
As I sit in geometry looking out the window.
I feel that my body is cold and my mind is numb.
I have no hope in math.
The only thing that turns my mind is the rainbow in my head.
It changes to form the creatures in my humble home.
It is all kept inside my rather large dome.
Wishing that the kid by me, would shut up.
I imagine her falling through the floor....underneath the school.
Where her screams could not be heard.
Wishing that the boy I like would notice me.
He makes me blush and I say something dumb. I am not that good with guys!
I am not sure if I am in love, or it is something that my mind is wrapped around.
I do not think it would work out, but calling him my own, is what I want.
I imagine him spinning me in his arms, pulling me back for a kiss.
As I close my eyes for the pucker, the image does not last.
When I feel lonely and I am not needed around.
I wonder around the school thinking of my friend.
This friend is my best friend in the world.
I would do anything for this special friend.
The image of my friend laughing and being by me.
The only true friend I have
is only my imagination....
My Imagination Turns to Words
By: Broomchic
As I sit in geometry looking out the window.
I feel that my body is cold and my mind is numb.
I have no hope in math.
The only thing that turns my mind is the rainbow in my head.
It changes to form the creatures in my humble home.
It is all kept inside my rather large dome.
Wishing that the kid by me, would shut up.
I imagine her falling through the floor....underneath the school.
Where her screams could not be heard.
Wishing that the boy I like would notice me.
He makes me blush and I say something dumb. I am not that good with guys!
I am not sure if I am in love, or it is something that my mind is wrapped around.
I do not think it would work out, but calling him my own, is what I want.
I imagine him spinning me in his arms, pulling me back for a kiss.
As I close my eyes for the pucker, the image does not last.
When I feel lonely and I am not needed around.
I wonder around the school thinking of my friend.
This friend is my best friend in the world.
I would do anything for this special friend.
The image of my friend laughing and being by me.
The only true friend I have
is only my imagination....
