• Is this the way I’m meant to be?
    Needless to say,
    I didn’t get what I wanted,
    but if I had spoken up,
    he would be mine.
    All mine.
    Discontent and quiet.
    Adorable and silent.
    He is what dreams are made of.
    He may be just a teenaged light show,
    but who gives a damn when he likes the emo?
    I don’t want this situation to stay the same.
    Knee-boots and skin-tight jeans.
    Scene hair and lip rings.
    He is what dreams are made of.
    So hot, so sweet, he is perfection.
    Dark eyes, dark hair, tan skin, deep voice.
    When he smiles the whole world brightens.
    Why the hell does he want to be with me?